Surrendered

When did I move indoors?

When did I abandon the sky
To watch the weather
And count the stars
On television?

When did I quit the earth?
When did I forsake the frosty dawn,
Vagrant fog and rising breath,
For Starbucks and stoplights?

When did I silence the song?
When did the sound of wind in the trees,
The river singing in the canyon,
Yield to the drone of talk radio?

Did I succumb without a struggle?
Did I sell myself for a soft bed
And a microwave?
Did I go without a whimper?