Through Ella’s eyes

I can see that I am peaceful

Through my own I often wonder

This isn’t a poem,

It’s prose chopped into stanzas

I saw someone on substack complain

About this modern hacking

My autocorrect keeps filling in words

Someone spoke straight to me

Yesterday, after she lead us to the cave

And we washed our hands

They said I like what you share

I was joking when I sang

That my view is the right one

I joke to protect myself

My only view is non-violence

Benevolence towards all creatures

Why not? Why not? Why not?

I ask, but honestly doubt

That I could handle the answer