To finally be alone.
I imagined an exhale of relief,
a heaviness digested by a moment
of silence, or quiet guitar picking
built by a rhythmic beat and haunting,
hypnotic voice
(now, to know it in my memory).
Instead, I am mesmerized by
twinkling strands of soft luminescence
against a wooden fence backdrop—
(I could see for miles, miles, miles)
and only liberated from the refusal
to succumb to dense salt and water
to fall upon my lap,
through which the light’s obscured.
Surrounded by people, I feel the most alone
but also the most alone when alone.
(And at once, I knew I was not magnificent).