My Space Poem by Ima Ryma

I be posting, therefore I be.
But if my post is never known,
Am I the proverbial tree
That falls but is not heard or shown?
So did I make a sight or sound
If no one else is there to share
Such musings of mine, so profound?
Of course they must be posted there,
Along with a selfie to show
The face behind the profound word.
So what if only I do know?
I know I be. I be assured.

I be my time. I be my place.
My being be in cyberspace.