My Strike
My simple fantasy
is the dream
of walking away
starting over
somewhere fresh
where no one knows
what I can do
or what I have done
where I can pretend
to be lazy and
unable to care.
I am on a permanent strike
from the daily
grind of going here
and there
doing this
and that
for every
one who thinks I owe
them a favor or two
or three.
In this dream,
I am a poet
writing for myself
living on top of a remote
hill without the contact
of those who only take
and demand
want me to do their work
and their bids
all day
year after year
without end.
What a world
with people who are all without
a thought of where
I might be or
what I need to do.
© 2016 Marie Hurt