In Lieu

My writing den.

In Lieu

1/13/11

I've come to realize

writing is constant companion,

my confidant when troubled,

blank pages great listener,

pen is 'talking stick'

used in ancient ceremony

whenever tribe gathered round

dropping into 'sacred space',

paying attention with 'heart'

to feelings needing expression

through words from 'human',

soul having physical experience,

so without 'life partner'

who would welcome discourse,

or children, even roommates,

there's me, dog, cat,

not a talkative triad,

rather I commune alone,

in lieu, with life.