Eager in Isolation
I was far from home
But the blue of the sky followed me
I, hesitant in a new space
Maybe forgotten as lamb’s wool
The cabin meant for fishers of men
I rattled and rummaged for something to borrow
I found a nest with modern blue eggs and thistle
Of no use but gifts in the making
I was alone
When was I ever in isolation
The night sky my companion
Tucked me in and bid me good night
In the peak of night, I found myself
Surrounded by a wild goose
Whose time was graceful in absence of his cohorts
Waking I recalled the goose
And surrendered to my isolation
A time to give way to light beholden, emblazoned
Making its identity known through frosted glass
A light that entered the cabin and made its way
Through the cabin as the day drew by
A time to give credence to words and
The valve of language that sets us apart
From all species
Is what brough me here to write copiously
Distraction a mere moth
I filled the pages to my satisfaction
I breathed impassioned air set apart for me
I shall remember the cabin that watched as I
Whittled words that found me
Eager in isolation