Gentle Solitude Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Even though there's not a soul in sight, silence fills
the air, peace and tranquility are still here.

Oddly enough, many think you must have people and all
sorts of noise to find peace in life.

Turning away from conventional thoughts and ideas, being
alone brings joyful tears.

Hearing sounds a little bird makes as it flies from tree
to tree, brings serenity closer in somehow.

Sitting on the wall of a corridor, peacefully loving the
solitude found here, there quietly falls from above,
miniature droplets of water upon my arms and hands.

No cause for sudden alarm, they are not wetting anything,
they just seem to fit in with the scheme of things brought
about in gentle solitude.

Taking a moment to look towards the sky, seeing no clouds,
no reasons why it's raining whisperingly down upon me.

As the winds blow back and forth, carrying on their shallow
conversations, peace fulfills from within, as I reach out
in silent communion.