sometimes
to be alone; others
a curse, but
it is never unnoticeable.
Silence falls upon us
like snow in winter,
blanketing our world
in solitude and calm.
What will you do
with this, what meaning
shall you give it, for
deep within us
this has always been.
Now surfacing, we ask
whether it is loneliness
or deep companionship:
we are with ourselves:
what does it mean?
But the inner eye sees
and the inner voice tells
of life shared richly, given
to another and received.
We cannot forget this dream.
Yet we find ourselves alone
with ourselves, and think—
“Well then, here I am,
and it is good to have
the here and now,
together with myself.”
For we shall always have this;
nothing else, indeed, is promised us.
August 2019
No comments:
Post a Comment