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, as morning-smoke lifts to radiant clouds. This gift of loneliness is all I take. I watch the hawk make slow-circles in the air.