Sometimes I sit –
With a book, and never read it.
In a group, and feel loneliness like I’ve never known.
Alone, and feel enveloped in love that I can’t see or touch, but know completely.
With a friend, and wonder who we are.
With a stranger, and know affection and compatibility.
And struggle with truth.
And imaginate my heart and soul with dreams and wishes.
Sometimes I just get up and go.