Far

The patience of the solo
Body sitting in the dark,
The discipline of waiting

Without talking to someone,
Without books, entertainments,
Important activities,

Without recorded music,
Without an occupation
Or animal companion,

Only what’s left of the night
For a few hours in the dark,
Inside or, better, outside

When one body can be small
With its own small words and thoughts,
Lets hours blossom huge black flowers.