No, But Thank You

I’m being bombarded with requests—subscribe to this magazine—return and subscribe. Prices slashed. Offers of gift subscriptions for friends. Magazines I read years ago seem to have found my name and address. Despite a change of address they scope me out.

Most are worthwhile, but I can only subscribe to two at a time and even those I just about finish reading when the next two arrive. Perhaps one day a week needs to be set aside for magazine reading, but what about my pile of books. I’m about to set off for the Amazon. My time is limited.

And one book leads to another book—another essay or poem. You say a poem is short, but within a few words the poet encompasses the world. A good poem encourages reflection. Each word prods the reader on to explore the world within the word.

And genres. Someone suggests a genre that I don’t usually read and I’m drawn to wander in that  place. It’s a place of discovery.

So I shall ignore the pleasant requests to return and  settle down for my trek in the wilds of the Amazon. Who knows where it may lead.