To be alone is to shed a skin
To sigh as I touch the earth again
And cease this mad
Levitation.

To be alone is to rest                                                                        Finally
To grow out of each day from the tight skin I wove for myself
To view it all from deep compassion
From a sudden intake of self control.

To be alone is to gamble
For each day is a die rolled
Or a bell tolled
And how my ears ring
Depends on how I was under it all all all day

To be alone is to hold my head in my hands
To pull my mind back freely
To think I will never feel that again
Until the next day.