Time in Seclusion
These words and phrases were strung together whilst sitting cuddled up against the window of my hotel room … in quarantine.
On arrival the grand entrance greets me
Icy tentacles reaching out
Fear of the unknown grips me
No going back
No retreating into the sanctuary of the past
Only possibility is to move forward
And fully embrace that which now stands before me
The future, so daunting, offers little comfort
Undetermined and delicate
It engulfs me in its precariousness
No hope gained from that unpredictable source
The rules and regulations made clear
Exhausted we stand as one
Undeniably lost and despondent
The unknown is no stranger to me
I have feared him many times
I have felt his wrath
His madness
With that, I know the fear will fade and disappear
I know this for I have walked this path before
Equipped with the tools - I am
With the passing of hours
The fear within me slowly releases its embrace
I feel the gentle acceptance of the next ten days
Of the social distancing taken to extreme levels
Filling my soul
Bringing comfort and a sense of gratitude
For the shelter given me
I close the door on the outside world
Leaving behind the empty corridor lying in waiting
Devoid of the human touch
The room now embraces me
Solitude and silence, my companions
The room fills my needs
I want for nothing
Daily my excitement grows
My new home is filled with warm, loving conversations to family and friends online
My support system
Looking out the windows at the crystal skies of the Cape winter
Truly seeing the green leaves on the trees below
Eagerly waiting for the familiar voice of the man behind the mask
Temperatures to be taken
I create a routine
Serenity and contentment prevail
Punctuated by a knock on the door
Another meal left lovingly on the chair
In a passage devoid of life
I value my own company
And love the woman I am
Time
That precious but rare luxury that eludes us
Is now mine to hold
Time to reflect on the years past
The road I have travelled
My personal voyage through Life
Time to brush teeth as a ritual not as a rush
Space to think
To gather thoughts
To be me and only me
The privilege of planning the future continues to evade me
I worry not
For I am where I must be for now
I am with self and continue to grow on levels that matter
Forever grateful for this adventure
It served as a bridge
Connecting my two worlds
Providing me the space and time to pass from one to another
Collecting myself
Uplifting and nurturing
My body and soul are rested
Beautiful poem! And I know what you are talking about, as me too, I have been there!
ReplyDeleteStrung together, (as you say) ... beautifully. You have a gift with words Ingrid ...
ReplyDeleteThank you 🙏🌸
So descriptive. Thank you, Ingrid.
ReplyDeleteYvonne van den Dool