Before I go

I’m longing

 

to return:

to silent

 

depth of

winter.

 

Venturing out

I’m planning

 

my retreat,

 

from life’s

exhausting

 

whirlpool

of desire.

 

I seek reprise

from

 

conversation’s

megabytes.

 

Before I go

I’m waiting

 

for this day

to end:

 

the car

the train

 

those city

streets

 

familiar faces

glimpsed

 

& left

 

I’m haunted

by my hermit

 

need

 

for solemn

introspection.