Sunday, June 21, 2026

Hermit, a poem

Hermit

The hermit escapes loneliness
by seeing no other humans.

In his monkish solitude
the world is forgotten.

Might I someday be no longer
reminded of you and me?

The wilderness calls me to it;
the high mountains rise in the distance.

Stephen Brooke ©2026

yeah, that T'ang poetry influence shows up again

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