I star emails, headlines, articles. Lately I seldom
stop to plumb what’s there. These days I skim
the waves of news. Yes, it might be life
or death to make sense of what’s cached
in the unread mass of stuff rife behind
the link back of the link
in the next click. I’m sick
of knowing how much
I don’t know. I’m dying
to scroll the sky all day.
It doesn’t harbor lists,
makes no asterisks,
has no priority
except to be.