I have been as alone as anyone;
a pearl hidden from other pearls –
shut in the mouth of an oyster at
the bottom of the sea; amongst
the shell bound sleeping.
I was alone like that again in a room
full of people speaking. I don’t think
we knew how to be different, so we
painted lusters and memories onto
each other like skin.
And, our hope was:
One day to band together and form
a strand – idealistically wanting one
day to leave and overcome being
alone or hidden deep in an old woman’s