A Walk Alone in Solitude

A WALK ALONE IN SOLITUDE
by
Richard Vance


I walk alone in solitude
A chance to think
and ponder long,
The simple things of life,
To simply be,
Or perhaps a chance to smell the forest’s scent,
To have a conversation with a tree,
The sweet soft sound of laughter from
A happy brook,
Suddenly just fills the air,
Gurgling, smiling, sliding
Gently over rocks and grass,
Whispering in the wind to me
That all is well,
And somehow my intent is known,
I mean no harm,
And only wish to simply be a part,
A tiny sparrow stops to chat
To speak her mind,
And hops so carefully upon on a
Single branch above my head,
A stately chipmunk jabbers on
And stops so brief to make his presence known,
I’ve come alive,
Arrived within another world,
A paradise has opened just for me,
And although I did not seek that open door,
Find mother nature’s invitation
Much too lovely to ignore.