Song of the Solitary

SONG OF THE SOLITARY

The moon abides invisibly in a day painted white.

At my shoulder a dark green shadow is floating, the sea.

Breakers rush toward shore, roaring lions inside a wind tunnel.

Peering within myself, I see bottomless water.

Stillness enters the space between two swells of breath.

Waiting is a desert journey, a dry mountain disappearing into the skies.

Solitude, a dove, hovers, bearing a gift.

For Father Pat Giordano, SJ

Trwyn Du Lighthouse