Environment

A Poem

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Maybe it’s my environment
that is the problem with this
widespread social malaise
that has been holding me
under its weighted wing
while I struggle to get up
and enter the world and
begin a conversation

My environment is simple
in that it is my office
and my home and where
I choose to walk every day
and my kids and my
personal ephemera
that makes me feel
a sense of solace

But that environment
is not conducive to
unbound newness
and heartfelt surprise
and that is what I
need to unravel
about myself

I can’t complain
about my daily ennui
if I don’t do anything
about solving it
or helping it or just
giving it a gentle nudge
to swing the pendulum
in my direction