Alone

April 27, 2011 Breathe-in experience, 
breathe-out poetry. Muriel Rukeyser

Alone is delicious.

I can eat the silence,

pick it apart carefully

and place it into my mouth.

I chew it real slow,

savoring the quiet, and

letting the blue of a clear sky dribble down my chin.

Tasty are the crumbs of clouds on my t-shirt.

It’s like a messy dessert

And today I can have as much as I want, so I

grab at the delectable hours

and again begin to chew.