In my absolute aloneness and lack of belonging

Rushes in the silence of the night, no familiar sounds here,

No African drum, no eerie call from the owl;

I have lived in a place that taught my soul to dance ...

A place so entwined within my mind, my being.

Through my absolute silence and aloneness, come to me

The reality of losing a life of belonging – our farm, my home.

The fragile beauty of my humanness trashed in an instant.

In my aloneness and sorrow, I think of you 5th Chapter.

COLLEEN WALCOTT