• In my withdrawn summers,
    My moments of peaceful solitude,
    My placid world of loneliness,
    I see things differently.

    With company, I see a spider's web,
    Laden with debris of the downpour,
    Suspended, weakly,
    On the window sill.

    Humanity is my company,
    Is my only attention,
    And marvels of the world are absent,
    Swept away to make room for my world of interaction.

    I see the web, but not do I notice it,
    Nothing out of the ordinary.
    I do not see the beauty that swings,
    Nestled in the cold rainy night.

    Alone I see a world of difference.
    I stop to see how it swings, resilient and strong,
    Gripping the frame against the torrent,
    Nature fighting itself to preserve its meager being.

    I see how the silken strings are so delicate,
    Flimsy and weak,
    A gossamer lattice,
    A hammock of Nature's fabric.

    Pearls glow dimly,
    Clinging to the hammock's mesh.
    Raindrops shining
    In the gleam of streetlights.

    They are glistening stars,
    Sleeping in their swaying hammock,
    Snug, untouched by the tempest,
    A detatched portrait of benevolence.

    I see this only in my lonely world.
    It disappears when I live in the world of life.
    My secret, mysterious world.
    My hammock full of stars.