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.

 

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