Month: December 2014

The Solitary Casts

He appears to be in charge
of the whole of his life.

He casts an illusion.

He is in charge of nothing.

And he strives to keep the nothing
free of all such illusions.

The Hermit Laughs

My sense of humor is missing. Perhaps I never had one. In any case, I can’t find it and I believe it is too late for me to acquire one.

I should learn to live with what I have, especially at my age.

Besides, does a hermit really need a sense of humor?
Who will laugh with me and with whom will I laugh?

I live alone.

Except for the dog and dogs have absolutely no sense of humor.

On My Way

Don’t know where I’m going.
Don’t care where I’ve been.

Peaceably alone, I mosey along
singing the song of my self.

Not Everyone

Not everyone can be a hermit.

You must be created by a god
Who understands the beauty of solitude.

Who then watches over you to ensure
Your blunders do not menace this creation.

And Now?

I once lived in a cave.
Not a dark murky cave in the wilderness,
But an ordinary room in an ordinary house.

It was filled with things
Mysterious to the Resident Woman
So she called the room “The Cave.”

The cave no longer exists,
Nor does the Resident Woman.
And I am alone
To do what I do.

And that is something I have always done.

Frustration

In the small hours and half awake,
I imagined the perfect opening line.
One which captures the essence of my being.

I was not conscious enough to move a pen
and it fled to the place where dreams retreat,
quietly slipping away in iambic pentameter.

Today

That I can still do as I wish
says more for my reduced expectations
than for my physical prowess.