Cathartic Musing

You’re

Hooting faintly from within a deep forest,

Like an owl perched on a branch of an unknown tree.

Or sailing motionless suspended in the vastness,

Like an idle ship anchored upon the blue sea.

  And

When you’re treading upon the velvet meadow

Winged by your flights of fancy-

You'd hum from one wild amber flower

To amaranth; you’re the buzz of a honeybee.

  In a maple forest in autumn,

When the leaves float like crimson clouds-

You’re a dancing care-free fall

Nestled in gravity’s gentle bounds.

  In the Sahara’s bleak bareness,

You’d sit atop the red hot sand.

With your palm trees, a pond-

You, an Oasis- an enlivening land.

  And

In the vibrant sky

Colored by the rainbow after a storm-

You’re both red & violet,

Poised with your wave-length norm.

  There you are-

Far from anyone’s pronouncing eye.

You’re patient, you’re calm-

That’s what you are, Solitude;

I had seen a dream in my childhood. My life’s prelude.

I had dreamed of living as a traveler. Not as the world’s ruler.

I had seen forests and oceans. Covered in mist – like an apparition.

I had seen mountains long before. Heard about their enchanting lore.

  With a plunge of a wave, the dream capsized...

Years rolled by, but not for once the same vision apprised.

  I could wait no longer. Sitting there, caged in life’s enclosed armor.

Though I tried persuading my promiscuous fate,

I could do nothing. Was swept across to an island

by a storm abruptly; and there I stayed.

  There I stayed for longer than I could remember,

Explored the solitude,

And the life of a marooned islander.   

To see life in its solitary form,

There I remained, and settled