In crowded worlds of being
Isolated times
Stillness, quiet, patience
Reveal a vibrant pattern of life
Just as for the terrain they cross
Just as stillness, quiet, patience
Reveal the vibrant pattern of being
Within
Isolated
And alone
But tides turn
And so do I
So soon
The sea
Reveals
The sand
And I
Am one
With the
World
Again
But for
A trickle of light
Filtered down
Through the depths
And for a time
On cloudless days
A streamer
Of brilliance
Reminds
A world beyond
This dreary depth
No chains
Confine me
No darkness
Destroy me
No isolation
Confound me
The light beyond
Serves to remind
The light within
Always burning
Always bright
Always connected
So that I
Am never in darkness
Am never restrained
Am never alone
And then there is I
So different still
From all the rest
Or so
I like
To think
I often wonder, then
Am I the blur?
Am I the shadow?
In all those other eyes
I can barely see
Isolated
No ferry stops
No bridge to cross
Too cold to swim
So stranded here
In my beliefs
While rowboats rock
Tied up to dock
The clouds
Roil and tumble above
In grandiose parade
Across azure sky
With every step
I feel a little smaller
A lone figure
Isolated on an expanding horizon
Until I stop
Breathe deeply
Breathe in all this
Glorious enormity
Until the gloom rolls in
And I see the distant lights
Across the unbridged gap
Understanding at last
The vulnerability
Of this small Islet of Me
Amiss in a vast
And lonely sea
Framing the picture is easy, but the figure… the figure lacks form. A couple of poses make no improvement, until I hold my left arm out and the camera strap falls from my shoulder.