I would be heavy and silent as trees are
Sighing only at the touch
Of the wind’s hand
The mathematics of solitude are simple
I am One in Eternity, says the tree, the rock, the stream
There is nothing behind me
And I grow into a future undarkened
By thought
As someone currently going through his own hermitage period (one of several over the years), I can strongly relate to this. Excellent poetics, in terms of tone, message, vocabulary...imagery. Glad I had a chance to check out your work.
