A Lesson from Loneliness


Nothing stays the same when you look at it

for long enough. There always remains

an empty reality in the centre, a little town

abandoned by the imagination;

as soon as someone has been there,

they tend to talk a lot less. It’s a feeling

of being in the middle of something,

only you don’t know where you are

or what surrounds you:

a swinging pendulum

that touches the extremes

but never reaches equilibrium.

I want to lie down in the snow

and let it blissfully cover me,

like a lost, exhausted soldier.

Published in Martello

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