On Being Alone

I am a person who is mostly alone, not lonely necessarily, but alone. I am not good in crowds, in groups or in any setting where there are a lot of people. I have become more of an introvert as I get older. I think about this often and sometimes try to overcome my reluctance to talk to other people.

I talk a lot to my husband who has become very good at interrupting me and correcting anything he knows or thinks is incorrect. This drives me crazy! But I am sure I do things that make him upset too.

I try not to discuss things that will upset me when he makes those corrections but I never seem to succeed.

When I get the facts wrong I get very upset at myself as well as him.

This seems so trivial that I have no more to say about it.

Another Poem: A Question For You....

a question for you--
How broken is peace,
melting liquid and bleeding
a smile as velvety and fresh as melon?

(In honour of Libya's fight for freedom.)