J'aime.

I am to be on my own. 
Not yet - just now, but 
soon, for coming days. 

It thrills me to be on my 
own, because 

I always am, in many ways. 
But I forget, and lose myself 
in routine scatter and gathering. 
In figure to ground, pattern catch 
and loss, in signal to noise 
- sum smattering. So 

when it occurs to be on 
my own, I get on it and ride!

'Cause I always am, but 
it usually won't occur to me
to recognize. Solitude's 

my jam. 

Oh it's obvious why I forget 
that point, with others' bright 
arcs and lines drawing in, 
uplifting me in interlace 
of light. Picking up where 
we lost ourselves, within.