The Reason for It All


I write,
      because
                    I have to write.
      But
            what is the use
                                 of writing
                                          if my scribbles are never read?
I speak
      because
                    I have to speak.
      But
           what is the point
                                   of speaking
                                           if my words are never heard?
I breathe
      because
                   I have to breathe.
      But
            what is the purpose
                                        of breathing
                                                if my breaths are never shared?



May 1996