Solitude - Poem by Connie Webb
In Kaleidoscope sky
Are the clouds really angels
Watching over me,
Branches reach upward for something
Like my eyes looking upward for something
Beyond the wind and the flutter of the leaves
At the tops of the trees
Beyond the first star.
Three geese fly by and one drifts away
Like I drift away
Searching for solitude
Longing for solitude.
Maybe lying here
On this sleeping bag
In my backyard
On this warm night
Underneath the approaching fog
With two kids running in and out of the house
Two cats darting and playing
Maybe I have no further to look
Solitude has been here all along
Under these angel clouds
These millions of stars.
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