Solitude is an Empty Porch Swing

Solitude is

An empty porch swing

Rocking back and forth

In the wind.

Tap. Tap. 

One shoe pushes the ground

Just hard enough

To go faster than

The breeze.

The girl waits

In silence

Unsure of why.

A bell tolls the noon hour

But she sits

Still as still.

the Outside is empty

Coated with snow

And dead rose bushes

Solemn 

She doesn’t care

Her swing

Rocks

back and forth

Slowly

in Rhythm with her breath.

Peaceful,

As the wind toys 

With her hair

And the snow

And the rose petals, brown with frost.

Solitude is all she craves

for the Silence

and the Wind

and the empty porch 

Are the best of

Listeners.