loneliness or solitude

I remember when everywhere I looked

concrete, cars, houses and apartments

filled my vision

people seemed to be everywhere

noise, constant conversation

it was often impossible to be alone

yet the loneliness of the crowd

cut deep

now my eyes see trees, fields, open sky

not another home visible

unless I use binoculars

life runs to a slower rhythm

quiet, few phone calls

I can go for days seeing only my husband

a steady diet of time alone

and the fullness of that solitude

nourishes deeper still

joining Lisa-Jo spurred by the word lonely