This poem is a reflection on my calling to simple living, in what I sometimes call semi-voluntary, semi-poverty. I find the trappings much less entrapping than what passes for normal…
My Life Projected
Some may take
A mirror glimpse
Of that project
What peers
As my lamentable life
Knot sow interested
In what I no
As sum maybe
A tract
To those with
Better fallowings
And well-heeled manor of being
Yet there I AM
Focused beyond my horizons
A soul simplicity
And awe I can attest to
I have amor
Then a peasant life
More than enough
Of whatever
It is called
