Not Really Lonely

Around me loom awesome skyscrapers that slice the skyline into smoggy strips of vertical horizons. Closing in on me, they gleam as colossal, hubristic trophies blotting out the last piece of the afternoon sky. Benumbed by the din of this throbbing city, I sway to the commotion of motion in a sea of strangers. In this hurrying horde of humanity, it seems to me each one seems so alone among so many, so like me. But I joyfully get by, thanks to memories of the hushed swishing at the shoal back home by the shore, The grassy edge of the lush foliage, the scent of the earth's warm breath after a drenching downpour, The tranquility borne by the sunlit mist that is warmly waking up the still dreaming morn, All these cool and coo and caress my savaged, sagging soul, and though alone, I'm not really lonely!