Alone

Sitting by a thicket thinking of you.

A place full of peace people cease to know.

A place where flowers grow wild and unfold untold.

A place I often go to be alone.

Birds sing in spring and I follow their wing.

Sadness seems to fade as I wade through shade.

Times like these are what bring me peace—

Alone with my thoughts when I feel alone.

A quiet blue river shimmers in the distance,

I’ll walk to it and explore it today.

The walk’s not far, I won’t use a car,

too much I’d miss along the way.

The beauty of a river is said to soothe,

motion of current a deterrent for the blues.

So here I’ll sit and smile for awhile—

Just a little while till I tire of being alone.


From the book Kairos (print version only)