Chapter 39 : May

I admire those who are content to be with themselves

and themselves alone,

It takes a certain amount of tenacity to embrace

solitude in fair measure.

I watch them in amazement as they carry on with grace

balancing silences,

Filling the days with details one might easily overlook,

and smiling at its perfection.

I must not on tread on this intricately woven tapestry

of pristine solitude,

Where occasionally people gather to share in gratitude

the peace that is common to them.

Then I wonder, who is my tribe ? Where should I go -

for I carry chaos,

I look at a storm and all that it carries in its raging soul

and I dance for joy.

I go to the vast ocean, that never ceases to heave and sigh,

a million waves that travel

in crowds on her vast being singing to the skies,

I am one there. I am alone. I am home.