The Perception of Alone

I have to be honest. I work from home. So not a huge amount has changed for me except for not being able to dine out or freely dart here or there or, ha, go on my usual May vacation. No lobelia plants for my hanging basket this year? Bummer. I’ve planted lobelia seeds. Have you ever seen a lobelia seed? Smaller than a grain of sand. They haven’t germinated yet, but for all I know they floated away on an indistinct breeze as I was planting them. Probably some fairy absconded with them and created a fairy garden with my lovely colorful varieties of lobelia. Ah, well.

The bigger part of this virus for me has been the associated fear, losing someone I love dearly. My siblings are all older than me and losing any one of them would be devastating to me. I’ve been lucky. Many others have not been and my heart aches for them.

So to my poem written for dVerse in which Bjorn asked us to write about solitude. I could tell you I’m an introvert and that solitude becomes me, but that feels easy. I do like having lots of time to myself to think, but mostly I like to be at one with nature. I have wanted to tell all of those parents who were doing the teddy bear challenge, the one where kids were looking for teddy bears in windows, what if you had your kids identify all the birds they could see? Maybe one a day and learn about them? Am I a geek or what? But, wouldn’t that make them feel closer to nature and love this world a little better? Wouldn’t that be nicer than finding inanimate teddy bears in windows? Or, am I a lost cause? Anyway, enough loquaciousness. The poem. Thanks, Bjorn!

The Perception of Alone

Sunrise.
Birdsong builds the morning
caroling cacophony
catbird, cardinal, robin vying
for songstress of the day.
Funny we humans
define alone as being w/o
other humans
but all the life, the quirky,
natural life abounding
the squirrel hopping ever closer for peanuts
the blue jay stalking from above, waiting
to grasp just the right legume between its beak
after weighing three others.
The fox following behind on dog walks,
desiring canine playtime.
The raccoon at dusk arriving for peanuts,
washing them in the birdbath.
Who could be alone within all of this?

However.
 
Alone.
Midnight.
Clock ticking seconds down.
This is solitary
this is everyday
quarantine or no.
The time of loneliness
of a creaking house
of silence.
A meteor streaks across the sky
And, for a moment, you think
someone else, somewhere, saw that.

end

13 replies »

  1. Since I retired from teaching and focused on writing, I have also been working from home and not too much has changed for me either. I do miss the children I work with on a voluntary basis, they kept me young. I’ve plans to plant seeds too. I identify with the fear of losing someone I love dearly. We have lost a friend to coronavirus, and I would dearly love to embrace my daughter and grandson. So, as you can imagine, your poem spoke to me Sascha, especially as I’m a morning person, love birdsong and watching the deer in the garden. I also get your ‘however’. I love the lines:
    ‘A meteor streaks across the sky
    And, for a moment, you think
    someone else, somewhere, saw that.’
    A small but necessary comfort.

  2. I really love the contrasts between the two parts… the intensity of day, where you are really never alone (except perhaps in winter) and that night when you really have to find yourself, and only a meteor to share with someone else.

  3. I like your daytime commune with the critters, then its stark contrast with the midnight hour. I’ve been staying up later and later to avoid that middle of the night thing.

  4. Beautiful poem about a beautiful world. True confession: I love nature, but I’d still be sad without other humans to share it with. Who else would write poems like this one to remind me to pay closer attention, after all?
    Have a great one.
    Anne

  5. Very beautifully written poem. And even I have been working from home since a long time and nothing has changed for me either. I used to feel alone initially, not having many friends and living in a foreign country used to make me feel lonely but not anymore. Thankfully my writing has got me busy and I try to find like minded people on different platform. I am glad I found your blog as there’s so much to learn from you. Thanks for sharing this.

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