Eager in Isolation

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