Inside A Baobab Tree

we are with no one, and no one is with us,

we are alone with our own thoughts and

memories... friendless and forsaken by

our own design, not your choice...  we 

see the emptiness of love and all of its

surrogates...  caring and feelings that are

as hollow as a baobab tree, intentional

and not through some misfortune...  we

choose to be alone, living in solitude

with the animals of nature that don't talk

back or seek revenge when angered...

we live for no one and no one lives for us,

we are not greedy nor are we motivated

by that desire as we tend to cling to only

that which we need to survive as life

around us survives with us...  it is a 

mutual existence and survival and the

allows us to see what we need to see...

stars guide us in the night when all our

activities cease to be - we are lying on 

our backs comforted by their presence.

May 16, 2023