I Am

I am weary of all of the nonsense that surrounds me day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute. I am not going to identify myself as belonging to one group or another, or all of them altogether. You are not my father, my doctor, my God, or the Census Bureau! I am important to my mother, my brother, my sister, a cousin or two, and my nextdoor neighbor when she needs help changing out the cat litter. I am a poet. I am putting pen to paper. I am uncovering the words I need to perhaps comprehend the nonsense that surrounds me day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.