Business skype notifications
and buzzing smartphone celebrations
are ruining my afternoon.
When did life become
a get rich quick scheme?
Arguably too soon.

What's the point of crafting and honing
and honing your craft?
For fame, for money, for love, oh honey.
That's not going to make you stable.

The only point of creation that holds up
is beauty. Things can be sad or happy or anything or
everything at the same time all the time and still be
nice to look at, or listen to.

Not everyone needs to settle down,
lives are different, some smile, some frown.
The answer to why or what's the point, to me,
is beauty, not as filtered pictures or filled up body parts,
as coming home from work and feeling your contribution,
noticing your difference even if it was without solution.

Or, more in an artsy way, the creation on its own,
its beauty needs only one beholder to be seen,
if at least one beholder has slightly grown,
enjoyed, the rolling, not the smoking of a joint,
that, dear me, is for me, personally, the point.