Loneliness strikes me
hard
in beauty
atop a
Montana Mountain.
The sun gold mirror cast
from our sun now deflected
saddens me
even in all its
core massaging comfort.
It reminds me that I am me-
and these spiraling clouds
they remind me that
there is even calm in motion.
I have no reason to not feel big-
I have no reason to not feel small
or present
I am here!
I am beautiful
and I am
alone.
Alone as the mountains,
the bush-rock
and sky.
And as these clouds keep dispersing from ground to high
I pass through it
it solidarity.

The city runs and sleeps
below me
and I sit here in motion.
Right now this loneliness
in fact feels like happiness.
I believe this with all my heart
though I wish it wasn't true.