Fewer Inputs

I read enough to understand What’s happening
And stop before it becomes another obligation

I don’t respond immediately
And I don’t keep checking to see 
If something has changed
Since the last time I looked

There are conversations I don’t continue
Not because they end badly
But because they don’t add anything
To what’s already here

Nothing improves by accumulation
And nothing clarifies
Once it exceeds capacity

I leave it quiet