The Gift of Loneliness

( For Janice · Last Gift · A metaphor ) Thank you for throwing me away- rolled like a ball- cast to confusion. I've passed through dew-struck fields-of-hope; languished in echos of forest-night, to arrive, first-light, above the quiet valley, when morning-smoke lifts to radiant clouds The gift of loneliness is all I take. I watch the hawk make slow-circles in the air.