Alone
I sit upon the sand and listen to the surg of the surf
The ebb and flow of the wind in the leaves around me
And I watch the fire burn low as the night progresses
This is when the realization comes: I am alone
I am in a room full of laughing people with voiceses all around
The conversations move and traverse both times and spaces
And I listen and watch and hear but do not join in
This is when I find that I am alone and without
I practices my talent and find joy in the doing
The grace of movement and form, the power of thought
And I become excited and energies throughout
This is when I find not one to share with but am alone
I am alone in a room of people and sometimes alone with friends
Life moves around and about but only glancingly touches
And I find I am disconnected and disjointed from life
This is when I curse my being alone since I am sometimes
Truly alone.
