Time Alone

Another poem to add to the collection. As we accumulate random thoughts and feelings about the many ‘somethings’ we encounter or sense are there, this poem attempts to live with the insecurity of not knowing.

Time Alone

Echoes. Shadows. Glimmerings. Signs?

Of what? Of something out there? Something yet to know?
Or someone to hear? Or an idea to receive and nibble on?

Quiet moments still enough to hear the softest bird calling to the great somewhere
Still enough to hear grass rustle in the breeze – ever so slight, nearly silent
A moment to ponder, but what? Gnaw on unasked questions burdening the soul?

Space around me; some occupied – with people, things, but still more space

Ready to receive into it more somethings and someones
Space to feel surroundings, to sense connections, maybe understand being

Light or darkness; glowings that illuminate the way to follow

Gloom in which to hide, or seek shadings of value, of worth
Or just the dark in which to rest – maybe dream, but of what, always the questions!

Questions; so many questions.

And answers; we have so many;
Do they match with the questions?

No; they often do not. Why?

Will the ‘alone times’ help me understand?
Or will the times be used to escape the mysteries, the discomfort

Of not knowing, not understanding?

G Safford - 2011