Hermit

That place where one can sit in silence, be alone

And where the presence of others is not denied,

But put aside, to form that crucible of isolation;

To make that haven of solace and required distance.

If only there were more such quiet realms waiting,

Or ready to be constructed, somewhere inside of mind,

Holding out the promise of peace and concentration;

Undisturbed by noise and travails in this time.

Yet in our constant, deep, demanded connection, is

It possible to step aside, to put ourselves beyond

Others, distinct from hearts and minds which call

Across oceans and through hours; always touching?

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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