When I was young, in my early 30’s, a writer wrote me, after reading my poetry, “Be careful of these two words: loneliness and alone-ness.” I thought of him writing this poem recently on Whidbey Island, a perfect place for my camera and pen.
Solitude
My eyes seek and pause
Scene after scene of solitude:
A heron in low tide, still
As a painting.
A robin on a rock, silent
As the early morn.
A caterpillar, munching
So deliciously, a milkweed.
An old man, reading a book
On a park bench.
Such scenes of solitude
Bring joy and internal peace.
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