Solitude
by CRAIG O’FLAHERTY
Breeze’s gentle breath
kisses the mist,
letting soft light
shimmer through.
That instant when
chaos steps back,
into the shrouded haze
beyond us.
When the river’s tongue
laps the bending bank
tasting wet sand,
smoothing footprints away.
Sometimes, we get to stand
in our own sad shadows,
in a solitude
that holds us close.
It’s those moments
that our hearts are waiting
to envelop us, as we
struggle to seek certainty.
And then beauty melts in
from the unpredictable,
as a skyline strokes
our softened eyes.
