This counts because it’s words.
Anything can count if it’s somewhat understandable…
But then, should it count
if one goes back, months later
(or years later)
and can’t make any sense of what is written?
Should the words count,
when they don’t seem to impart wisdom
or evoke emotion
or do anything at all,
besides betray the utter barrenness
of the writer’s thoughts at the time?
Should days like this count,
when it’s hard to say whether
anything has truly been accomplished?
Food was bought, clothes were purchased,
flowers arranged, salad prepared
But the food usually never gets cooked
and none of the clothes fit properly,
and the flowers were half-dead already,
and the salad wasn’t satisfying at all.
So does any of it count,
when it all feels so moot?
I wish it did, but I’m not sure it does.