Alone-ness, solitude

or loneliness?

A slight change in the cast

of this morning’s light

takes the fear away.


It’s raining

lying long in bed.

Unquiet night

the drifts and drips

rinse my thoughts

and gratitude remains.

Just me here

safe and comfortable

warm and fed.


Maybe we’re only really seen in solitude:

Something to be sought.


Stronger with it,

more our own selves

defined against the world.

Not over taken

but distinct.

You take your space,

I take mine,

and together we’ll admire

the playful lacework

in between.


More intricate than either could imagine,

when no longer immured in loneliness

nor stuck in solitude.


Solitude as a home to return to

with an open door.