So much to do in loneliness…: A poem 

So much to do in loneliness! So much to find! 

So much to hide behind! The birds are flying  

from one rooftop to another; and I am only 

seeking the rooftops, not wanting the homes 

under them; not seeking the lives in store 

not knocking at the windows, not knocking at  

the doors…not wanting…not panging, pining 

to shake hands, with even those I have known! 

Am I greeting the cadavers from coffins flung open 

to discover they are the spirits of a past time; that I no 

longer own, but possess in my mind. If this is  

the only discovery I can make, in a long tribulated  

life. Have I hidden the magic of my vaults, repositories, 

as if they’d be the stones that keep me locked 

and chained. I know there was so much of an  

imprisonment enforced by evil. But I can believe  

that I no longer want to be prodded into the  

falsities of a world that can only give me what I  

don’t want, and even if I can obtain my heartfelt, 

it should only be shared-possessed by the breakening 

of evil hands. So, why should I not lie low! 

Paradise is better if it’s slow and never welcoming!