western civilization
she used up solace long ago
and solitude sent packing
in single dormitory rooms
where none barged in
to interrupt the flow,
on wooded trails where never
gnarly knotted pine
extended boughs of wisdom,
at silent haunts
where pilgrims mutely testified
and she was left to wonder.
since then she’s realigned
her tribal compass
pace by pace.
she’s better now
accompanied by laughter
and children who inhale it.
Susan Weber
Photo credit Mark A. Wilson
