Song of Solitude
I wander paths labyrinthine;
I pass unheard, unfelt, unseen.
My presence, veiled, will not intrude;
I cloak myself in solitude.
To watch the world, not intervene,
Not provoke problems unforeseen,
By acts misguided, I pursued;
Are benefits of solitude.
My solitary quarantine,
Seems loneliness to contravene.
My solo brown studies allude,
To voluntary solitude.
Alone, I drift in dreams serene,
Through fields and forests evergreen,
Until my soul, a wraith renewed,
Can thrive obscured in solitude…
I used to comment on every post and email with which I disagreed. I used to participate in long and fruitless arguments online and in person. These days, I occasionally fluster and bluster, but mostly I watch, I listen, and I learn. It is difficult for the spirit, but I find solace in my dreams and prayers.