My first inkling was the step into Adolescence at fourteen. The discovery was painful. Forty-eight years of life with Mary Ann offered a break from it. Her death forced a giant leap back into it. Since then living and traveling by myself has allowed me to embrace it. I am alone, accountable only to myself. I think I like it. Once on a mountaintop in Colorado, in the company of others, all of us utterly silent, I realized that we were alone together. I like that idea. Building relationships brings me joy. At the same time I am always alone, just with other people.
"I'm alone.
I'm always alone:
we all are,"
My first inkling was the step into Adolescence at fourteen. The discovery was painful. Forty-eight years of life with Mary Ann offered a break from it. Her death forced a giant leap back into it. Since then living and traveling by myself has allowed me to embrace it. I am alone, accountable only to myself. I think I like it. Once on a mountaintop in Colorado, in the company of others, all of us utterly silent, I realized that we were alone together. I like that idea. Building relationships brings me joy. At the same time I am always alone, just with other people.
"my ice cubes shivered"!! Another great poem!
Thank you!
I really like this poem. Elevating the mundane is one of art's greatest accomplishments.
It’s fun! Thanks Jeff.