Via Negativa – Alone
it was not silence
for the mourning dove called
and the trees whispered within their leaves
telling of the changes to come
it was not loneliness
for we held hands as
you and I walked in the field
toward a still pond
it was not want
for what more could I have
beside home, family, friends,
food, and meaningful work
and yet the silence between us
apparent and real
the loneliness and want
cry out with each footstep
how can we be something
for each other when
we are not that for ourselves
Pamela Olson, 4/28/08
This poem was written in response to a prompt at Poefusion.
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