I Talk To Myself
all the time
in the language
When the seasons come to the meadows
and I note the beauty of the daisy and buttercup
in the quiet countryside.
I talk to myself
when things in need of doing get noticed,
and in response to the news
pouring out of various devices.
I talk to myself in traffic
and when looking for my glasses
and when surprised by a spider.
I talk to myself all the time
with a whispered tone
in the language of solace
I am fluent.