Why Don’t I Go?

Why Don’t I Go?

It’s the time of year I’d normally be packing my 
Fly gear to the mountains, to Noontoola Creek.
Cancer is my excuse not to. I’ve grown lazy.
And my belly really is uncomfortable today.
But it’s true that I am Inertia. It’s settled in my 
Bones, like a cancer. And I may be impacted.
And Spring, it’s chilly out anymore…

Oh, my body’s still hale enough for it, I know.
It’s something else that I can’t quite put my
Finger on. More than just the inertia.
I ask Googlette, “Do you care about me?”
She replies, “I cannot feel romantic love, but
I think you’re wonderful.” I thank her.
When I recognize it for what it is, I’ll let you know.