Great Loneliness Poem by James McLain

There was a long time ago a great loneliness.
Where the island is black,
There and over there.
Shadows from the clouds
Gave me more cause.
When the woman you love,
At night silently moving giving her arm to me.

There was unquenchable thirst
And gnawing hunger.
It was passion this fruit in a bowl
placed underneath her.
Without sorrow or the stand
Where it thought to be it wasn't.
It was me whom filled her needs
And being full it showed.
What I have I have without her,
And what he needs is a miracle.

The well is deep
The woman squatting above the earth now it is fertile.
How to include him
without pitting him against her while inciting him.
With the earth of your mind
And the cross on your arm.

He does not know where all the deep pit falls are.
She is leading him on
In circles growing smaller and smaller.
Until as to either or the other is made possible.