Alone But Never Lonely

Even in the body of a child

Arms length he kept all

There was comfort there

Where no one encroached upon his mind space

Crowded playground avoided

Hidden places in the woods embraced

They zigged while he zagged

Through life and times
Gypsy of the road it was ordained
Where days and weeks
The only company
His mind, his soul
The hum of eighteen wheels
Riding past populated concrete canyons
Always moving
Until tired he could move no more
Coming to rest
In his private place
Well beyond the surging crowds