Single Point Poem by Mitchell Alexander

It’s the loneliness of sharing
a sun lit field with no one,
with a winters warmth scorching
my face and freezing my stomach.

It’s a beautiful, radiant emptiness
that the sun must feel.

I’m holding hands on the shoreline
With myself to stave off the cold.

It’s not dark, unforgiving, misunderstood,
nor psychosomatic.
It’s the air inside a pink and orange
resplendent conch shell.

It’s the loneliness of the solitary tear that
rolls off my cheek and blots the final punctuation mark.