About the times when I question everything I have chosen…
On a country walk, I wonder,
If alone, could I uncover?
Betterment, in solo living,
Untethered from it all.
But hermitude, eludes me still,
And frankly I don’t feel a thrill,
To think I may exist alone,
I contradict, once more.
(Photo – Eli Woodbine, Canada, 2016)