Walking a Dusty Line

Walking a Dusty Line Between
Solitude & Chaos

Why must the path to solitude
Be always an uphill battle,
Rocky ground that drags and pulls
With inescapable gravity.
No green and singing Walden, this;
just barren, jagged mount,
sharp shortness of breath,
Bruised feet,
And a brief glimpse of Glory
On a far horizon.