“Heilige einsamkeit (sacred solitude)” – Rilke

I came back for surgery and silence
I reach for you over miles
I wake to darkness behind blackout curtains
And it’s still dark where you are
I came home to find it was not home
A knowing I’d sung when I left
But could not hear over the din
Of the doubts well worn into grey matter
I came here to find my insides
To this chair on a coffee shop patio
With the murmur of conversation
And the whoosh of cars when the light goes green
I move in two weeks to make a new home
For my skin disease and my inner world
and the music I’ll make in between