After The Quandary, The Rent

This morning I

Emailed my quandary.

It stared back as 

Though it didn’t hear

My rumbling stomach or

See my faint smile.

Arguably, I haven’t either

A rational basis for my

Thinking,

Or a mystery to

My soul.  But then

So what?  Arguably

I'm not even here.

What’s the fun in that?

I have grown to

Like my confusion, 

Thank you, and

To cherish the 

Way I flitter about.

And now for

The rent.