Message To A Friend Who Has Become A Recluse Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Since you’ve relocated,
since you’ve taken residence
in the sprawling ghettos in your head,
there amid the tenements
of pure thought and reason,
we have missed you
and you have missed
a great deal.

You were away
when we sent you the telegram
that said:
Open your drapes,
there’s a full moon tonight
and she shines for you alone.

The summer rain is still
as sweet as you remembered it
and the breeze still caresses;
the angel-wing begonia
you left with us
before you were smothered
in an avalanche of books
and esoteria
seems to miss you too,
your touch.

Step out,
step out
of your mind
for just a moment
and re-introduce yourself
to Life. Nevermind
the pain you’ll feel,
the uncertainty, the cruelty.
It is where we live.
It is home.