In A Rare Solitude

When you came to the earth-shattering
conclusion that there were irremediable
discrepancies between what you saw in
the World outside your door and the
same place prescribed in the romance of
a child’s lifetime you didn’t rant and rave.

You should have. It was already too late to
save the best of that dream. But you are
awake and no-longer naive; there’s a way
to make amends – not the way modernity
dictates with clean, second-hand images
captured forever in a hand-held machine.

The places of worth mean more than the
pixels that make them glow in the screen
of your imagination – they exist where air
and water meets, where the elements cry
in their rawness and the tears are sweet;
take yourself there, grow outside yourself.

In a rare solitude of unengineered effects
except those built by your own hands and in
the glow of a fire made to warm your face
and delight your eyes, discovery of whom
you are waits. Let your heart beat apace
with whom it is that you may find there.
© 18 May 2007, I.D. Carswell