The shelves in my office are stacked with paper:
paper bound as books
that I no longer need,
paper in dated folders
that were once important,
paper in binders
that mean nothing until they mean something,
used paper in bundles for recycling
that will happen someday,
yellowing paper that I have forgotten
but will remember some day and wonder why,
paper in scattered notepads
containing essential information of the moment.
I devour and produce ideas on paper;
it is my nature to inhale and exhale so.
My computer is the same; ditto my website.
Ants in underground tunnels
live lives more organized,
but I am happy—
what is happiness to ants?