Working against the constant spank of summer,
Loneliness negotiated a groove into the hard rock
Although it seemed so pointless.
I do not know how this project was initiated.
Nor do I know how he came to inhabit this mountain top;
But I did watch him grind skull against earth’s flesh
The nose hoeing, the teeth raking
Digging himself a trench
All the while wondering if dust would dissipate.
He gathered me in the well of his eyes
And carried me in his knapsack
Through the monotony of the years
Thirsting for company beneath the Sun
And my infinite potential for evaporation.
Loneliness ate stone to stave off thirst,
And fueled his weary body with aspirations
Dreaming of mountain meadows, of pine groves,
Of honey suckle that hearkens the buzz of bees
Honing in on the hive of the sweetest fruit—
Dreaming dreams that could even saturate me
As he set me into this trench.
Indeed, time had tackled Loneliness
Leaving his mountaintop to rot.
So the mountain folk flocked to his hillside
Sobbing and moaning and beating back midnight
With a bonfire that could burn the desert.
Now sitting in this trench,
I know it is time to bring Loneliness home
So down the mountainside I flow, an incision,
Grass and brush gathering around my bank
As I beckon the dear, the bear, the fowl.
And this is where I’ve come to flow past you, my love,
Where I have witnessed your garden
Where your soil holds me like a sponge
While you sit sniffing lilacs and lilies.
Here you walk through the rhododendron and dogwood
And I beckon perpetually against your door,
Presenting myself to you, lapping
With all the longings of Loneliness