The aloneness really hit me hard
after watching part of Bullitt
& The Bridge on the River Kwai,
after eating the Fisherman’s Platter
& a slice of Key Lime pie, I got a
book of Robinson Jeffers’ poems
went outside, sat on a bench & read
Easter’s tomorrow, salmon for lunch,
prime rib for supper
I return to my villa, wash the cat’s
bowl & sit in the breeze of orange
blossoms
To bridge death & resurrection
I choose poems, walks, food
& try to avoid the maskless laughter
far from the tender thighs
Death has given me an inner moistness
Breast to rest my head on
Aloneness has cradled me with worth
At least tears mean I’m alive