Solitude

I write simple words
amid this old wilderness
A barren place surrounded
by ancient cedars & boggy springs
soaring hawks born high on silent winds
My barren space however lies not within
the wildness of this secluded place
for in and of themselves wild
things know God’s order
they keep God’s time

My solitude is the solitude of the spirit
Murmurings from the belly of a whale

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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