sunday's litany on a well-fought week

i find that perhaps i do not desire a copilot
nor supervisor; even as it is trouble well enough to supervise myself

i wish to give, this principally
i wish to be beloved
adored, perhaps
but not owned

i wish cadres around me who would freely receive my gossip of the day
who would ask all the right questions and
knowing, as we all ought, when my tongue might stops
simply oblige to

(and here i paused, and had a crying faint over the thought that someone should have smiled at me today, even if they did not miss me; i missed them and it was enough for me to see)

i believe i only want to see

to look and not to touch
that is enough for me