I Do Not Suffer from a Lack of Solitude
I find the consciousness of solitude
to stand apart
away from petty concerns
Solitude may be as close as a step into my garden.
There is one plant out there with flowers that open aloft tall stalks
between us, as though they are speaking directly to me after
cannot actually hear, but the effect of their astonishing embodiment
of delights would be deafening if we could.
And then there are the succulents that sit plumply with confidence
as though they came from outer space. They almost burst into song with
their floral magenta geometry speckling over their green pudgy-leafed
waterfall of growth tumbling over their planter defying gravity.
Whether I go to my small garden or to the Grand Canyon
as it reveals itself without having to give or gain trust.