Say how it is and bless each other (originally posted 2021)

Me: Maybe its my age.
Maybe it goes back to how my mother raised me.
Maybe it goes back to Rumi.
Maybe its mental weariness.
Maybe it's that I am tired of words.
Maybe it's the English language Im tired of.
Maybe it's that Im sleep deprived.
Maybe it's I feel we ought to be able
To say more with fewer words
so we don't wear each other out
and get better at distilling our truth.
Poet: That is why I depend on poetry.
Maybe this is a poem.
What do you think?
It could be.
Its just all I have the energy for.
This little bit of my truth.
Friend: Let's get together for a fire.
Laugh a little at the absurdity of everything
And bless each other.
Rumi: Someone
Says your flame is about to be
Dowsed, but your'e not smoke or
Fire. Say how it is!