How far removed are you from loneliness?
Would it be two relationships or three,
or is it one that holds your homeliness;
just one, thin soul to form the boundary?
Like spinning yarn our family and friends
become entwined, their lives enriching ours,
but when a strand unravels from, or rends
the whole we find ourselves with empty hours.
What insulates you from the vast alone
that tears through thoughts like clawing arctic
wind,
its piercing cold, its heartless, raking moan
that shakes
and isolates the thickest skinned?
We don’t all need a child or a mate,
just someone who will wonder if we’re late.
One of the oldest human needs is having someone to
wonder where you are when you don't come home at night. -Margaret Mead
Here is a sonnet, of sorts, for the final day of 30 days of poetry for the month of April. Woo Hoo!
