Alone

You feel the pain edging up your side and

you want to call it loneliness

but you know it’s just the miles

tugging at your innards, begging you to stop

and no longer can you stop.

for you, this is life.

And maybe it is a loneliness, a cry to be heard.

Alone I am

you cannot hold me

I cannot stop

this ceaseless movement

is for me

life

a ritual

time misspent

but not wasted

Alone

EB 1979