You’ll be as good as alone.
as delicious as alone.
Seamless in my days and nights,
the exhale to my inhale,
and I’ll bask in your light
the way I bask in the tired dawn —
alone alone alone, yet not alone
You’ll be the steam of hot tea
the nutrition of vegetable stew in the winter
(you’ll feed me
with your very presence).
The forest dappled with sunlight
and the ocean with all its moods
quiet my chattering, incessant mind,
allowing the voice of my soul
to speak in its hues of moss
and dusk-streaked clouds;
so it will be with you.
You’ll be Home.
You’ll be where poetry crawls safely
over my hibiscus lips;
you’ll be where my heartbeat slows
to the pace of frogsong,
bare feet on grass,
You’ll be as good as alone,
where loneliness falls away
and light soaks into the soil
of my life,
where I, as the wind and the river,
and am forever the same.