2009.12.26 — Alone In My Thoughts: A Poem

Alone in my thoughts,

I think alone

And the world goes on.

I think, at first, without me.

Then later, much much later,

I think 'How silly is that!

My breath is the air of life — no breath no thought.'

A baked bean is small compensation

For a lonely life,

So I endeavour to be happy and

Fulfilled without acquaintances or friendship.

Don't mistake me for a hermit!

I love the sound of laughter,

The chattering mundanities of love gone wrong

The price of oranges

And the hard lot of the Saskatchewan farmer during this drought.

But I am alone in my thoughts;

And I prefer it that way.

Before me stands a tall graceful cedar,

The air moves its limbs.

I write a Haiku:

Verdant cedar. Bend

Bow before the wind, bounce back

Solitary soul.

Alone with my thoughts,

Crying is hard to do,

And laughing, too.