The Refuge of The Poet

How long since I sat outside,
in the open air,
alone?

What has passed since I gazed
upon wisps of vapor gliding across
the blue above?

What have my eyes witnessed
since they last absorbed the contrast
of sun and shadow
under the living canopy?

How long since I saw the glint of the light
reflected off the waters?

Longer still since
I was alone with the air
in intimate bliss.

Where have I been
all this time?

Have I remained tucked away
in the back of my mind?

Sheltered from the scorn of
my fellow man.

Listening for peace.

I emerge and become acquainted
with myself again,
as time and chance allow.