Why can’t I sit beside a fire
And find peace
Why can’t I sit at a happy laughing table
And not feel
Alone
Why is the jostle of gossip
An agony?
Gossip is the nature of things
It is
The soul
Of companionship
An energy that will drive
narrow shifting sands
to shape future fossils
why am I so lost
when I find so much?
Why do I hunger for firesides
Blinking
twin stars
That burn
In my drowned firmament on earth