On my own

I love being on my own
Immersed in my own time
Floating in my own space

When I want to be listened to
I have my own undivided attention
When I decide what to do
I just do it and make it work

When I smile at a thought
I don't have to explain it to anyone
When I want to do nothing - I do nothing
And wallow in the wonder of time stood still.

I don't need
The intrusive tentacles of technology
The seductive powers of communication
The addictive exploitation of connectivity

I can listen to music and depart this world
For short intensive interludes
Or overhear the river's deep conversation
With rocks and weirs and heron's legs
Or read beautiful words that touch my very soul.

© Declan Whitney 2018