What’s alone?
More than just you sits there
with no other humans in sight.
Life pervades.
Like now..
fire, tea, words, the spiders in corners..
Flame talks with wood,
the heat of water and spice whisper to belly,
lamp light leans on white wall,
wool rug spreads reds and rose across the floor.
How could alone ever be?
Crickets surround both day and night,
and that moon sure does get around.