Is my nearly constant companion
Not invited, but pushing in
A violation of High Tea’s decorum
Transgression of boundaries
A shadow of knowing what’s real
Avoided by keeping busy
Filling space with conversation
And doing
Sometimes successful
Yet always there waiting,
resting in my favorite chair
Looking at the water
Waiting for the Moon to show her magnificent splendor
At once hidden by and focused on by Loneliness
I am reminded of the glorious beauty
Of the entire universe
And of life
Full emotional living
Dancing in the kitchen, naked of protection
Until Loneliness shows its face
Robing me of hope and dreams
I make room for you at the table
But will not let you eat all the delicacies
Will not let you drink all the wine
Janet E, Hartwick Sterk
Linnea Dietrich
Loneliness dogs me too on occasion, and I just say, “Hello, it’s you again” and then move on knowing I’m not alone. I love how you put it that you aren’t going to let Loneliness eat all of the delicacies or drink the good wine. Here! Here to that! We are too strong and joy-filled to allow that. Love you Janet and your writing.
HealingJourneys
I am so glad that you are hearing the common language that we all share on some level. Thank you Linnea!