Alone in silent darkness.

Alone: sat still,

alone without authority,

alone all one.

Silence: but for the night sounds of the building,

the storage heater buzzing as it charges,

the creak groan grind of the freezer,

wind buffeting the window,

an occasional turning of a human in a bed in a nearby room.

Ahh, bed.

Darkness: it being deep in the night

when the early hours become the early morning,

still winter despite our hopes.

I like the winter,

it’s moods and its inwardness.

Darkness: but the lights of the internet,

a glow of a charger.

Only somewhat alone,

only somewhat silent,

only somewhat dark.

I can easily fix two with a mask and earplugs.

The alone part is where it gets really interesting.

Who is watching?

Who is doing?

Who is meditating?

Who is sensing?

Does he think he is different from the thing sensed?

Is he under any influence and so not truly alone?

Is he a he?

Is who a who?

Alone in silent darkness.