In desolate environments I stand

surrounded with robotic multitudes

of human beings.

Many rush through busy streets

in desperation.

Anticipating their soon-to-be

short-lived destination.

I stand and I watch as they whiz

by me; automobiles on a turnpike.

Blank stares have become warm greetings.

Shoves and pushes are now handshakes.

But I stand in my friendly,

welcoming solitude and hope

that one day a stranger will

stop and smile.

Pray that humanity has been

covered under the blanket of

simple existence.

Isn’t that exactly what we live to do?

exist in solitude.