Sometimes I wish

That the whole economic world

Would

Somehow shut its doors.

Wind down

And leave us
All in

Peace.

Nothing much going on…

Just the

Quiet

Thrum

Of busyness

From people.

Like

Bees

returning to their

Natural rhythm.

No longer

Tethered to

This or that

We just become

Defined

By who we are

In relation to

Who others

are.

Not by what we

Do

Or how many

Things

I own

Or by how

Much credit

Appears on a screen

In some

Bank.

I am

Defined

By who I am

Not by how much

I have in

My pocket.

Is there another way

Separate from

economic

Worth

For me

To

Trace a line

Upon

This

Earth?

And then leave

Like some

comic book fly

As I

Take off

Into some

New

Universe

Where

Who I am

Is felt,

Is known

For my true

Worth.