A Woman Alone: for the Sunday Writing Prompt

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A Woman Alone

I am airborne in the hammock,
the small dog on my stomach,
but patting the bigger dog
on the ground below us
to assuage his jealousy.

I watch this week’s brand of butterflies
popping like popcorn
above the audacious flowers
of the tabachine bush,
and that confused hummingbird
that has mistaken the Soleri bell for a flower.

I eat pizza at midnight
and swim naked in the pool at 2 am.
My cats know my sins
and like me better for them.

When I talk to the air,
it is unclear whether I talk to the cats
or to myself.
Who might the neighbors think I am talking to?
Some new lover?
Most probably not.

Those of us who live alone
are never really quite alone in Mexico,
where private lives
are so easily shared
in spite of walls.
It is as though
sounds echo more easily
in the high mountain air,
and we become one large family,
putting up with each other’s secrets.

But, no responsibility
for husband or children or roommates,
we sink into the luxury of selfishness.
Sleeping at odd hours,
wearing our pajamas from bedtime
to wake-up
to next bedtime,
calling out to the gardener from behind curtains,
accustoming the housekeeper to our sleepless nights
and long mornings of slumber.

No one to explain the junk drawer to,
or the large accumulation of toilet paper rolls,
for which you have a definite purpose
that you never quite get around to.

The luxury of a nude body
no one else short of the doctor
will ever see.
The back of your head
where snarls can exist
unchallenged
until the next trip to town.

The Petit Ecole cookies
you need not share
with anyone.
The unmade bed uncensored.
The best hammock always your own.
An internet band unshared.

Only your toothbrush in the glass beside the sink.
Every leftover cup of coffee
sitting on surfaces around the house
one you can sip out of
with no fear of any disease
other than the ones you already harbor.

Alone.
What you always feared.
That fear now behind you.
You were so wrong.

 

For Sunday Writing Prompt: The Quiet One

11 thoughts on “A Woman Alone: for the Sunday Writing Prompt”

    1. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

      Thanks, Akriti. I guess the truth is that even in solitude, we know we aren’t really alone. There is a world out there full of people we care about but don’t need to be constantly around to be aware of.

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  3. SAM VOELKER's avatarSAM VOELKER

    Well if you had any secretes, you have a lot less now~! Love it~! I will never tell mine….and if I do it would be in rhyme like you, where others will not know whether I am just emoting poetic or confessing my silly life.

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  7. lifelessons's avatarlifelessons Post author

    Yes, Dolly. I love having company but I’m truly content living alone. This poem was especially true during that time of Covid when everyone was staying home. I was very content.

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