Some say I have been alone too long.
Maybe solitude is what I was seeking.
To read a book or hear a song.
To finish a crossword without peeking.
Time to notice a simple thing,
Like train whistles in the distance.
Or the chance to hear church bells ring,
Both amplified by fog for instance.
I paused to watch a rainbow grow,
Forming in the sky above me.
I spied on a dealer selling blow,
I’m not totally blind, you see.
I talk to people, they talk back,
But now it seems I listen.
And sometimes they don’t seem at a lack.
Their words actually glisten.
Words or wisdom are all around.
Stop, Go, Yield, Don’t Enter.
If I stay in the sanctuary that I’ve found,
Perhaps I’ll find my center.
The center of me, the center of you,
The scent of rain, the scent of dew,
The color of the sky, the vista view,
I love where I’m at and I love you.
