At half past five
I find a moment
To sit on my own

Alone at last
Against the darkness
Of the winter evening

The swirl of the day’s activities
Have ceased
For just a moment
And I sit in this old building
Listening to the moaning of the wind
As it rushes round the tall concrete walls

I wait for the moan again
A rubbery wail
As if an icy monster
Was lamenting the loss
Of its only child

In the distance
Children dance
And adults make their way
Through space

Contemplating
What it means
To be alone in this world

We are all alone
But we are in it together

A look
A smile
A word
A touch
Transports us from the loneliness
Into communion

I hear the children playing and screaming
Experimenting joyfully with the motion
Of each others lives.