A Kinder Solitude

Photo by Andrik Langfield on Unsplash

After a year of living alone
I have come to know me.
At times I hate what I see
or who I thought was me.
But then a kinder solitude

of me in birdsong bleating
insistent as the breeze, slow
hollow call of a car on the road,
the words I read sleepily nodding
me or wanting me to repeat them

or write them into being.
The empty space of this room.
Wooden walls’ settling tune: pops, cracks,
to be left alone and consider how
your absence is also me—
no longer waiting.

Fred Gerhard

Fred Gerhard’s poems have been published in Amethyst Review, Pif Magazine, Entropy magazine, Sylvia magazine, and other magazines and anthologies. He lives in a small town in rural New England with his spouse and son. When not writing he’s likely to be found at local contra dances.

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