I am not alone for at night at home I turn off all the lights and watch trees out the window and listen to the freeway and when it rains and I am not asleep I listen to the sounds I make to what is more evident than the clouds, a sigh or whatever I may say to myself, about whatever I see a white house, a happiness, a blue seascape, for I am not alone I have darkness to confide in and my house to roam in and whatever shape we hide, I have to remind myself of the trees and listen to the freeway and when it rains I have time, I have love like a white boat, to know I am not alone I am lost, I am at home and our friendship gives me a way from worry, in the storm of being, some things stay hidden, and keep us
12 April 1973