.4. Distant Thoughts Poem by David Threadgold

In his splendid isolation
Sits a hermit near a cave
He doesn’t move a muscle
For his energy to save

He stares into the distance
Where he hopes to be enlightened
Not all his thoughts will bring him calm
Some often leave him frightened

He sits there nearly half asleep
As people leave him food
They mainly come in ones and two
But sometimes in a brood

The hermit sees but does not move
While little children peep
He sees for all the good and bad
In this vigil he must keep


© 2008 David Threadgold
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