“It’s a waste of money”, he spits,
“Do you really need that coffee?”
Well. That’s a good question. Do I really need this coffee?
Do I really need to eat? Do I need to work,
or play, or know the names of rare birds? Do I need to hear a
song, and do I need to write these lines?
Do you need to own a boat? Do we need a boss, and does he
need a boss, and does that boss need workers? Why would
the workers need their jobs? What
does it mean to need? What does it mean to want?
Are we ready to learn
that we are anything more than overgrown carnivorous plants,
in need of anything more than meal, and water, and
a windowsill to rest on?