Poem: Alone

​Alone

By Melanie Bikowski 
QuailBellMagazine.com 

Have you ever sat so still that you could count the snowflakes?
One snowflake, two, three, four, and it's a blizzard.

 
that will melt away suddenly when the sun wakes.
In the morning,
 
I am alone sitting on my porch.
The bushes hold promises of birds and chipmunks,
who will give themselves back to the world;
The dirt.
 
I alone hold my feet in the dirt.
The moisture of a past rain is a gift from the sky.
I alone am in the center of the world's light.
I alone am a star from the midnight sky.
 
I alone am all animals; the bear, tiger, flamingo, rabbit, butterfly, parrot, crocodile, shark, honey badger,
 
who does not give a fuck.
 
I alone am all plants; the strawberry, lemon basil, scented lavender, maple tree, redwood, banana
 
crazy.
 
I alone am a noun in this poem, an idea of a truth, a perspective, a goddess, a king's wife, a mother, a slave, a murderer, a midnight caller, a key, the air, the earth, the symbol of yin and yang, a mirror...
 
Alone.
 
I walked back into my house.
on the floor was a telescope
small and gold.
 
I look up at the sky.
There is an empty space.
I bow.
Thank you for holding me in place, today.

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