Solitude

Go and find a quiet spot

Unknown and yet awaiting,

And settle down cross-kneed,

And watch the Silence grow.

It stirs, it wakes,

It passes all around,

And then at once it settles down

And calls my mind to know.

Please don’t disturb me now,

I sit and wonder “why?”

How flows this source,

Where and why?

This peace and calm

It flows, it breaks

To flow again, continue on its course,

I’ll never know its end;

But this is where I’ll sit,

This part I’ll call my own.

Written in 18B Prince of Wales Mansions, Prince of Wales Drive, Battersea. January - May, 1984.