Sunday, February 09, 2020
LONELINESS OF THE POET
It is deeper
than a river,
running near
rough mountains,
the immense
loneliness
of the poet.
Solitude is
where the soul
sings its own
song, finally.
You must want
it, or else
a black wind
comes and hides
the distance from
where you are
to where you are.
