J.K. Durick, July 2013

Being Alone

 

But, of course, there’s
the dishwasher
and the television,
but even the dog
seems puzzled by it all,

the way it invades,
then empties
becomes an end in itself
the excuse we say
over and over again.

We’ve been trained for this,
were handed silence
and daydreams,
promises, and
a few friends to fail.

We’ve handled all these
habits and motives
for so long
we’ve forgotten the why
and what of them.

Of course, we could call out,
could invite and invent
people, possible people,
the ghosts made up
by our past.

They could all gather and
wait in another room,
in a different time,
in the distance that being alone
has made of us.

Being alone is solemn, sacred,
then tranquil, and numbing,
the piling on of hours,
the pulling on the last thread
of our lives.

 

 

J. K. Durick is presently a writing teacher at the Community College of Vermont and an online writing tutor. His recent poems have appeared in Literary Juice, Napalm and Novocain, Third Wednesday, and Common Ground Review.

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