I am the King of My Time

I leave my phone places on purpose Wanting my privacy Others waste precious time Running to their phones Spending their time doing what others want them to do Not me My phone is in the house When I want to call someone, I will go inside and turn it on Until then, I am the boss of it. It is not the boss of me or my time. I am outside, sitting in a meadow, listening to country sounds Robins, wrens, now a long low steady train whistle I feel contented, sated, satisfied, refreshed. A tiny bug has crawled onto my arm. I smile at this teensy creature, At peace with how I spend my time