WILD WALLFLOWER

Can’t do the small talk. In the middle of my mosey, nosy, chit-chattering birds. So many words. Busy bees at my knees. The party seems to follow, always asking me to dance. Can’t they read my stance, I’m not looking to mingle, just want to explore single-like. Breathe in spring air without smelling what’s new. Brush over wild flowers that paint my floor without a knock at the door. Just a moment. I’m busy with my list and you seem busy with me. If I’m where the party’s at, where’s the food? I’ll take something to eat, take a seat, while I’ve got nothing to say. And if my song’s playing and you notice me swaying, I’m not saying I want to dance. Give this wallflower a chance to just watch you and you do what you do. I’m contemplating the miles I’ve logged today, the words I didn’t say, the fields I’ll roam before this day’s done. I’m doing just fine, right here by the exit sign. Unless you want to talk about the meaning of life, then I’m in.

30 x 40 in, mixed media painting