One of a Kind

Our births--
Like horses galloping out of the night:
Sole survivor,
A lifetime of forgetting
Each of us is one of a kind.

I think of my friends in their lives
Struggling amongst all those others...
Our species is made up of
Looking at the outside
From the outside...

Listening for those horses again.
The wonder is that there is comfort
Once in a while,
A casual hand on my knee
Someone else reaching beyond herself.

But there's the pulling back,
The need to be alone:
Stage fright
Beyond the tavern.

Unhidden.

I like the theme here, Peter, a good read.

Les