Solitude Is My Natural Condition Poem by Jim Boone

While I wait for the next scene.
Trying to relax as left-brain inactivity
Tries to pin a right-brained soul.

Daydreaming was my mantra in the
Early years as I observed life as it
Would never be for this little boy 1943.

I always asked “why” and “why not”
Without expecting an answer from
Clueless ears and mindless travelers.

Life 1960+ was a big risk for one
Unwilling to settle. My preferences
Were much more than sexual, but
The addiction was to give much more
From a chosen position while poetically
Searching for reason without rhyme.

The true passion was to live life on
The path I was given without hesitation.
Tic-toc time is a human slo-mo and
This poet has spent years in detention;
Moments in tandem in the experience
Of beauty-is. Mindful and relaxed
Will always outlive strapped and limited
And deliver a departing soul with all
The dots connected.

Between experiences past and “hello”,
Solitude is my natural condition.


2014