Thursday, July 29, 2010

Strange Domain

How I love the steady rain,
or perhaps more to the point,
why do I love the steady rain?

Since childhood I've loved solitude,
not loneliness, you see, but a quiet solitude,
a peaceful place where thoughts collect

without fear of being disclosed to others.
Why? Well, I can't actually tell you, except
that it seems I've sought the real "me",

to know more of what's in this mind,
in some fashion much of my life, and
failing, it would seem, for as long, thus

I love the encompassing feeling of rain,
the blue shadows at dusk, an empty park,
the lamentable call of mourning doves,

seclusion in a stand of autumn aspens,
or laying beneath a shedding fall oak,
an overcast but benign winter sky,

a field of snow unbroken by man,
the soft fall of large snowflakes.
Yes, within such tranquility it becomes

easy to explore the strange domain
contained within this head of mine, perhaps
I'd even let a few chance thoughts escape.


Bill said...

steady rain
my computer tells me
I am not connected

Warren said...

Bill! Good to have you back from your sabbatical! I hope you were refreshed, renewed, rejuvenated during your time away. Thanks for sharing the haiku - you're the best.


Gillena Cox said...

I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude. We are for the most part more lonely when we go abroad among men than when we stay in our chambers...Henry David Thoreau, "Solitude," Walden, 1854
much love

Warren said...

Gillena - Thank you for that quote - Thoreau says it almost as well as I do (Kidding!). The master himself.


Kristin Riggs said...

I love this, Warren. I think all artists and poets can identify with this love and need for solitude. It seems to be a necessity at times. So well expressed!!!


Warren said...

Thank you, Kristin - I very much appreciate your comments and I'm pleased you can identify with the love and need for solitude.