Alone Becoming…

Moments Alone in darkness

Removed from day’s imitation

Invites quiet as comfort

Closing one’s eyes

Reveals childhood playgrounds

Where companions shared Alone

Telling of secrets

Once stories filling idle time

While cocooned in tree house intrigue

Such memories

Like under-rock-secrets

Found in shadowy woods

Forever remain as straying-off-trail-discoveries

One’s finish line for life’s stormy relay

A cross country run through time

Finally becoming the dial-face in the sky

For some

Time’s aspect bears not a father’s face

Nor the big and little hands of a mother

Once gently nudging hours along

Instead

Paternal time now relaxes

 Daliesque

All names eventually merge

As a lamina among leaves

Embraced by the wind

Where remembrance flickers

Like one’s book of candles

Timeless pages once read by their own burning

Now

At last

Finally

Peacefully

Alone becoming…