Solitary Supper Poem by Dennis Lange

Alone, and not alone,
I'm shown
A corner booth.
And it's the truth -
I could not have a greater pleasure
Than booth and corner treasure.

Alone, and not alone,
I own
The widest view.
And that's so true.
I am the Cheshire cat that's smiling
Inside, in watching and in whiling.

Alone, and not alone,
I've grown
A finer taste
So time's no waste.
And all of life I gladly savor
No matter what the flash or flavor.

Alone, and not alone,
A stone
Could weigh me down,
But I'd glance 'round
And watch the looks on all the faces
Which draws me near, as if with laces.

Alone, and not alone,
I'm sewn
My square of kilt
In human quilt.
And now, from corner booth I'm sharing
How all the squares around are faring.

Alone, and not alone,
For bone
And blood the same
As mine, and name
Are in my mind, around me milling.
They make the empty seats quite filling.

Alone, and not alone,
The zone
In which I live
Has more to give
Than all the ones around are seeing.
That means to me a greater being.

Alone, and not alone,
The throne
I've left behind,
No longer mine.
It's God, now in my heart residing.
Alone, He's here with me, abiding.