A Wall of Trees
He continued down the dirt path.
A wall of trees to the left and to the right.
Why do they say if there are no people with you
that then you are alone?
Is humanity so engrossed in conceit?
That their presence is the determinant.
He gazed across the forest.
Is a tree alone when it stands in solitude?
He stared ahead.
Is the apparent path the only path?
Must a path be defined by dirt?
What more is concealed behind the trees?
It is he who stands alone in a crowd who knows no better.
But true companionship knows it’s companion even amidst the absence.