What time is it Mr. Wolf?
When I was a child in elementary school I used to play this game called "What time is it Mr. Wolf?" I can't exactly remember how it worked, but it had something to do with asking the"it" person, Mr. Wolf, what time it was, and then advancing forward according to the answer. For me, here, now, it is 6:32 p.m. on Monday evening. For you, dear reader, it may be something entirely different. This website is viewed in Canada, the USA, the United Kingdom, China, France, Russia, Sweden, Italy, Japan, and other places. So, your day and time, and your reality, may be quite different from mine. The reason I write poetry, my purpose, is to explore and express the common ground of our realities so that we may share and feel connected in our human state. Our loves and passions, hopes and dreams, sorrows and griefs, and occasionally our disappointments and angers. Not hate, jealousy, envy, resentment. Those are certainly real and valid human states. But they are for someone else to write about, not me. I choose to always look on the brighter side of life. It can be found, even in sickness and death. So, happy Monday my friends!
Peace, love, and joy,