Presently, my
friends regard me as uncommitted.
I dislike the
making of plans or follow-through,
for it assumes
a level of commitment I am uncommitted to.
Even when
saying I am committed to uncommitment,
I show a level
of commitment of the acute kind.
So, how to
state my current obsession
with the
spontaneity of unmarked minutes?
Just to call
it freedom.
Freedom of the
hour and days,
to meet friend
or foe as I please;
what a happy
freedom I dare not give up.
Recently, I
must say, I am not in the slightest bit committed
to this word
freedom and may be pleased to give it up
to lean my
uncommitment towards
the
committable movement, Love.
