A CROWDED
SOLITUDE © Anita Sinclair 30th March 2003
Total isolation in the universe.
I live and
breathe, I think, I feel;
Alone and naked in this skin,
Around these
bones,
Inside this folding flesh.
And yet
I see, from out
the windows
Of my eyes,
Some galaxies go swinging by,
Some other
galaxies that spin
Within the limits of my vision.
And I hear the
music of those spheres.
I feel the passion of their passing
As we
share a cosmos -
Still,
I fill my heliocentric
loneliness
With objects that delight me,
Things I love to
have,
To make, to do, to give.
I
live
alone,
Surrounded by a myriad of
Other-centred
universes
As they ceaselessly intrude
And give this grateful
isolate
A crowded solitude.