A star sprinkled twilight evening
standing on the edge of Portneuf Plateau
looking over the fading confluence
of ocean
islands
darkening wilderness
and the twinkling lights
of town below
A late autumn leaf
settling onto a pond
A sleeping newborn
When it is quiet
When it is still
In that moment between
breathing in and breathing out
That is when it leaks in
sometimes
That aching beauty of loneliness
I feel when the enormity of the
mysteries around me
creep fleetingly into consciousness
and I become aware
that being alone
in the first
and in the last
is what we are
who I am
When I realize
that no matter how much I say
how articulate I am
no matter how close
father, mother
daughter, son
lover, friend
we are not one
we will never be one
I am not you
You are not me
Like stars
we drift
alone
Marv Himmel April 24, 2010 ©