I Speak

I speak to the raw cactus on the landscape
I speak to the distant Californian skyline
I speak to the desert-like planet earth
I speak to the yellow mountains that
remind me of my own misery
I speak to the dead houses and desolate segregation
I speak to the sky, the fleeting clouds, and the forgotten motels alongside the road

I speak --
as an empath?
hearing everyone, except myself

How can I hear myself better?
I speak to the lines the strokes of the mountains the cliffs
I speak to everything everywhere except the person sitting next to me
I speak to  the far fetched, the wretched

I speak to nobody nowhere, but merely to my own petty anecdote

2022, Arizona