how could I be lonely?

alone, how could I be lonely?
in January, the mountain sleeps
but also will wake to shake
loose its winter mantle

it is easier out here
to cease to believe in edges,
to deny the demarcations
that offer others comfort

it is easier to acknowledge
strength in this stillness,
and the abundance found
in the affirmation of alone

alone, how could I be lonely?
I walk, I walk, I walk through
messages dropped in the snow
by the watchful, wintry trees

© Sarah Whiteley

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while there is time,
before light
returns to nothing –

–listen–

the silence that arises
following the wreck
is our sound of goodbye

we are both of us
composed of calligraphies
the other will never read

© Sarah Whiteley