Solitude Calls Poem by Gerald Opio

From my mother's womb, solely did I reside.
At birth, a cry of one was heard.
As I grew up, the only child I was to my mother.
All that there was, mine it was alone.
In bed I would lie alone and roll from edge to edge.
Fall asleep on the couch while watching screen, get carried away by my mother and put to bed alone.
Solitude has been my common place of dwelling.
Therefore I hear it calling in the spring, summer, winter and autumn.
Calling my name; the wind conveys it's message to me.
I feel it's aura in the ambience,
when the trees sway their branches, I attune to a rhythm of solitude.