Quiet time alone somewhere
Outdoors doing nothing much.
Enough isn’t intended
To suggest it was just fine,
Satisfying. Yes, of course
It was. It still is. Enough
Had to do with achievement
In the greater narrative.
It was an accomplishment,
The top line on the vita
Kept updated in your head—
Doing such a thing, sitting
Around in the quiet air,
Indicated life well led.
What’s got you now, guilt? The sense
Of greater obligations?
Or just habituation?
Foolish Rip. Be foolish Rip,
Useless not even trying.
It’s your one accomplishment.
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