Solitude

A Poem by Susan Dale

Wrapped in a cocoon of years

Four bare walls and four dark corners
Winter nights long with ceiling lights
Casting shadows

In another room muffled voices
And the sundown houses
I pass
Lights in the windows

Long stretches of highway
a solitary car
behind me
Until it isn’t

Moon puddles in meadows
Decades
quick as bars of melody

Lonely seabird winging over waters
flowing outside of time
In the river a boat-horn cries
In the skies the silent ways of stars

And the sun bleats summer afternoons
stretching out long behind us

Sweeps in a solitude
settling in to stay

 

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