We want to be alone, our bodies say
in silent signals sent throughout the day
We cross our arms, sit buffered by thick books
then telegraph our wish with dirty looks:
We need this sacred space, please go away.
With solitude, our kin, we’d rather stay
You flit between large flocks to chirp and play
We nest, content, in calm and cozy nooks
We want to be alone.
We hide to keep your boisterous lives at bay
all loud and proud and flaunted on display
We’re placid lakes, you’re gushing, babbling brooks
We’re cooing mourning doves, you’re cawing rooks
Fulfilled by inner lives we won’t betray
our need to be alone.
A rondeau for the yeah write May poetry slam