Solitude

Sometimes we just want to be alone,

to meet the self, to commune with nature,

to hope to glimpse that ineffable;

to let our thoughts run shouting

down halls that we’ve never seen,

unthreatened by the jaws of other peoples’ arguments.

Our soul is set free by our heart’s acceptance

that alone is not lonely,

and graced from guilt, goes ranging far and wide

until the human world attracts once more.

12.20.1995