the river bends while you are not looking
birds return to their nests perched on the tallest trees
morning fog slowly blurs the mountain range
you remember since childhood
you may have difficulty finding your friend
she plays a guitar on the balcony
her house concealed near the river
when you hear her singing
you know you have arrived
to the voice of the familiar
you will understand the “torment of her heart’
why her desired artichoke-heart isolation
2 thoughts on “In search of solitude”
I love “artichoke heart”…
I was reading: They Came From Inner Space: Three Books About Solitude, at the NPR website when the idea came.
I love it too.