Hermit For a While
Sometimes I would like to be a hermit,
live in solitude in the woods,
away from clamor and distraction,
with quiet to think and write.
Then I remember that I am
an extroverted people person:
I would not last three days
with no one to talk to,
not a month without a party.
I read about the ornamental garden hermits
in 18th century England,
housed in artificial caves on the estates,
paid to be on exhibit and to give
sage advise to visitors –
which sounds like the worst of both worlds.
Maybe I can be a weekend hermit?
Copyright © Agnes Krampe | Year Posted 2019
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