Today’s NaPoWriMo.net prompt asked poets to challenge themselves by writing a poem about something they have absolutely no interest in. Though I generally think of myself as curious, and interested to know more about most things, coming up with a topic was surprisingly easy.
My 12-year-old daughter
can better explain “Non-Fungible Token”
than I ever could. The obstinate me,
does not even try.
The future of art, writing, music, creation,
some say, but I don’t understand
a “digital asset,” coveted
like a Rembrandt masterpiece,
rudimentary clipart, auctioned like
an antique vase at Sotheby’s,
or how a Tweet can be valued
as though it were a Rumi original.
Just today, I have heard birdsong
through an open window,
held a rock in my hand, story-striped
in geographic history, and watched
as cirrus clouds feathered a blue-grey sky.
Tangible beauty, not non-fungible.
I may be destined
to live like an ignorant relic,
who will not get with these modern artistic times,
but as long as there is real wonder,
just out my window, for this I’ve got
No F*$?ing Time.