Why do you need a TV?
I don’t feel so strongly about a great many things, but I must say something about this.
Have you heard of hobbies or friends or a life?
Did you know that the theater exists?
I know some who have taken up tennis and golf,
Some who have chosen to fish.
Others read books and they laugh and they cry,
They find they want to keep searching for why.
Why, why, why, oh, why do you think that you need a TV?
I really don’t mean to just preach.
But puzzles reveal themselves piece by piece,
With the small satisfaction of a (not) missing link.
Have you walked lately? Just walked?
Not for exercise or destination but for the seeing of things.
The way light catches in puddles and gleams,
How trees gesture differently as you look past eaves,
At the shape of spiderwebs, dancing in the breeze.
I hope it’s not felt that I hate all the screens,
There’s just so much more to the world to be seen.
Our devices give everything except the world itself,
Which waits, endlessly patient, for you to find out what it means
To live beyond your screens.
So do you really still think that you need a TV?
…Because I could keep going if truly need be…
…On second thought, this was a really fun first stab at poetry outside my poetic prose, but I think I’m tapped for awhile :)