Solitude

— Vicki L. Harvey

Good morning life.
Why do I have to leave a place of solitude
to go into a place of cool surprise?
Filling my head full of false wisdom
so fast it all falls apart.

One last trip today riding on a petal, soft
heart open and raw.
On occasion something deep summons me,
like a ship in rough waters.
The sweet scent of sadness lingers.

I hear the cry of those lacking faith,
sending chills across my white skin . . .

Listening to my intuition,
allowing any intelligence left to flood through me
in silent wonder . . .

Until the solitude of the night envelops me, saves
me, one more day.

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