When I Am Alone Poem by Rani Turton

When I am alone, not troubled by extraneous grief;
Nor substantial melancholy.
Surrounded by birdsong
Not troubled by bitter pain, as children
Run back and forth with cricket bats
And women with babies look at the world
With serenity and trust; as the sun gently
Goes down and birds fly back to their nests
As I am alone in different climes and wonder
If I have got used to solitude or is it just that
Solitude has gotten used to me.

When I am alone, not troubled by extraneous grief;
The breeze is like a soft caress on my cheek.
I am alone, I watch the river flow:
I watch this solitude, and it is all that I know.

Copyright: Rani Turton