Most every day
I am exposed to man’s evil
and to his greatness
thanks to television’s eyes.

Most every day
I think of how I fit
into the scheme
of life’s unfolding.

there isn’t much for me to do
except to deal with the days’s minutia:
food and medication — 
sleeping and awaking to 
thinking about things that matter
only to me and to my loved ones.

The days move on
and I am set to wondering
how it will all turn out —
for me  and for the world.

That I can still scrape some words together
to make a sentence
still pleases me
and I will share a thought or two with you
as long as providence allows.

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