You were busy fighting for success,
in those places made of boxes within boxes,
where people chatter about money like chickens over worms,
when it first happened.
I don’t think you even noticed when loneliness grew so big
it became its own island in you.
It settle quietly alongside the other parts of you,
nobody saw it, you made sure of that.
Then came the inevitable day when it became your place of residence,
the home you could not leave.
I think it’s fine to live there, but you must plant things nobody would expect to find,
craft beauty in your own way out of what may arrive on your shores,
make it a worthy place to wander through.
Then others will want to visit you there,
it will become a home for wisdom,
its warmth will be renowned.
Loneliness is not the enemy,
it’s just the soul’s way of pointing us to what is true.
You don’t have to live alone
in the place loneliness has made for you.
