I stayed in the house for four straight days
in mid December, discovered the world
did not miss me one iota, nor me the world.
To pass the time I would look out the window
each time finding something new: a bird, a child,
the wind. I would capture the images
in my mind, later jot them down.
When the telephone rang I did not answer
and one time when someone knocked
I cowered behind the comfy chair
until certain no one was there.
By the end of the fourth day
before I fell asleep, I created a list
of the things I would need
to spend the remaining days until Christmas
Alone.
december, two thousand eleven
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