The Recluse
To be alone, like on a night without stars
I am a slave to the shadows, dreaming
in the emptiness of a cool night.
I am in the trees, where the wind
visits them,
fleeing the mystic winter and other
seasons.
mine is a solemn loneliness,
without treasure,
But nevertheless rich.
A single gull, afloat over uninhabitible
seas,
This place of quite meditation,
where I know that
I will love again ---
despite the shadows.
by Jerry Hester
a patient with Helen O'flarerty
on the mental ward.
given to her aprox. nov 26, 78
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —