Friday, January 15, 2016

what solitude sounds like

It’s the walking I miss.

The feeling of bare earth

on the soles of my feet, the freedom

to move without waiting.

The clear soundless notion of solitude.

I am worn by these days, worn and tired

and sinking

below the surface.

I crave air that is mine alone,

just enough to fill my lungs

and heart again. Just enough

to open up a path within me

where my feet can go wherever they choose.