Tuesday, March 19, 2024

IN THE ZONE

The longer 
you're alone, 
the worse it is 

to be disturbed. 
There you were: fathoms deep 
inside your mind palace, 

set before 
a perceptual 
feast just for one

and raising 
a chalice to the lack
of observation,

when along comes 
some beggar, knocking 
desperate at your door,

as if it were
conceivable—let alone 
a desirable action—to share 

one's isolation—as if 
the desolate depths 
of your loneliness 

could be plumbed 
and abated by a little 
conversation.