Poem

I am asked why I sit here all alone

but do not understand the question.

Since when was I alone?

You hear only silence. This is lost to me.

For I hear the cry for glory

The steam engine pulling into the station

The harp that cuts through the meadow

You see only an empty room. I do not see this room.

For my vision is filled with the scene of a man lurking down a dark ally

The stars and planets being born after the first pop of creation

The young couple sharing their first kiss

You say I should learn to live a little. I am too busy.

For I am fighting yellow fever in the tropics

Making my way across Mordor with my companions

Lying on the beaches as the smell of sulfur, salt, and death fill my lungs

Having a soma-holiday to escape from the world

But,

If you’ve come to share these adventures with me.

I think I might just find myself in love.