Goodbyes at the open front door <br />On a Sunday morning in Summer; <br />An aeroplane shines in the sun; <br />At home I can learn about solitude. <br /> <br />In the town it’s midday mass time- <br />A time and a place to be peaceful: <br />A short truce in the struggle of life; <br />I purchase the Sunday Press paper. <br /> <br />I’m welcomed in home by the dogs <br />And a friendly telephone caller; <br />My daughter awakes at it’s ringing; <br />Once again my world is revolving. <br /> <br />I am able to admire the day’s beauty- <br />The far distant mountains before me; <br />Like a train from a tunnel emerging <br />I have returned to the lap of creation. <br /> <br />(My own translation of my poem in French 'Solitude')<br /><br />Matt Mooney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/alone-596/
