Whose mind is this, that thinks this way,
just letting day roll into day
without attempting to affect
or have even a little say?
I must admit, I do suspect
(or else suffer from disconnect)
that mind just might be mine, you see –
it lacks a proper architect!
The joy I find in poetry
is all I need to keep me free
of that excessive worrying,
that never used to let me be.
3/8/24
Karen McCaskey 