Solo

photo by PSC / 2010

Solo

She longs

to be alone to just

linger in waking, to listen

to the sounds of dawn breaking

to take the day one breath at a time

refusing to rise (until fully inclined)

then savor her breakfast in silence, or

maybe with windows and doors open wide

to manifest morningtide’s music inside,

drinking in all that she hears – frogs

peeping, birds cheeping, even

an early rainstorm

might be music

to her ears

she yearns

to wander the woods

for a spell, unencumbered

by duty or time, unconstrained,

to relish the taste of autonomy

as the afternoon gradually wanes,

slowly roaming until gloaming;

then, biding her time a bit more

 (welcome, moon, farewell, sun)

greeting each star 

one by one

but even

as she prepares these prayers,

(a petition of sorts to the uni-

verse) she divines a voice

from years before (expounding

with wisdom she shouldn’t ignore)

“be careful what you wish for, child,

be careful what you wish for”

 PSC / 2019-Apr