The opposite of solitude
Is disturbance
Like the burly moose
Who found me
Alone in the deep woods
And scared me
Half to death
We don’t always mean
To disturb
(But we definitely do)
And even when we try
To get away
Our pesky thoughts
Follow us
Like beasts
We cannot really trust
We must learn
To quiet our hearts
Escape the presence
Of the things we fear
The most
Take another trip
To the forest
A long drive in the car
Go on a date with silence
Instead of noise
Peace instead of war
A still instead
Of a busy mind
The moose, ignored
Walked on
Comments
Hi Greg
you have begun and ended well in this poem ...it certainly broke my silence :)
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