samantha-sophia-195015People
May rifle through your life
Like pick pockets
Climb inside your privacy
Invade your quiet
They may leave traces
In your life line
Becoming family
Or staying just a season
You will wish many times
Not to answer their call
Tend to their needs
Spend your time building vines
From their vineyard to yours
But solitude
Is a hard
Endless
Winter
Only the most robust survive
Sometimes when you think
You’re better off
Isolated
Drifting off the main land
You’re over estimating
Your ancestors only got this far
Because of family
Relationships
Strangers become friends
To give you the privilege to choose
How much of a social animal
You
Want to be
But never forget
Yours is not the soul
Of a white snow leopard
Stalking endless silence
Cut off from her kind
Your kind were monkeys
Chattering noisily in trees
Yes it makes you blush
Wishing you were less a creature of gossip and small talk
But without snow boots you cannot
Hope to wade the drifts
They will consume the bravest heart of almost anyone
As searching in nothing but ourselves
We find less than expected