Hermits of Happenstance

Tottering, late afternoon
Sun on the back, nothing wrong
That needs to be addressed now,

Nothing but the usual
Chores, routine preparations
Between now and time for bed.

The quiet solitary,
Having arrived at quiet,
Watches another day sink.

You know who you are. You know
There are millions and millions
Of you, all around the world

Right this moment, small people
Indoors and living alone.