What You Say
“Some have tried to help
Or hurt: Ask me what difference
Their strongest love or hate has made.
I will listen to what you say.”
Here you are at my office door again–Bill,
Going on about the stock market and the Federal Reserve–again.
Nominal GDP, gold index, bond fund, funds rate
Short term, long term, rate hike, inflation spike.
The conversation street is one way,
And you supply me my opinion.
I find myself wandering,
And try not to almost make sense,
Start a sentence–I don’t know where it is going–
And see if I can find the end.
Bill at my office door, here I go again.
During the day, Eric Stepper is a mild mannered CPA, but at night he leaves the numbers behind and works on poems. He recently took the next step in his poetry vocation by taking a creative writing class with Derek Sheffield at Wenatchee Valley College. This is his first published poem. A board member for the Chelan County Literacy Council, he lives in Wenatchee, Washington, with his lovely wife, Kristina.