The opposite of solitude
Is disturbance

Like the burly moose
Who found me
Alone in the deep woods
And scared me
Half to death

We don’t always mean
To disturb
(But we definitely do)

And even when we try
To get away
Our pesky thoughts
Follow us
Like beasts
We cannot really trust

We must learn
To quiet our hearts

Escape the presence
Of the things we fear
The most

Take another trip
To the forest
A long drive in the car

Go on a date with silence
Instead of noise
Peace instead of war

A still instead
Of a busy mind

The moose, ignored
Walked on