“On Solitude & Socks” by Andres Botero


I did sit by my window to contemplate a desert,
it is the desert of my lost years, the infancy happiness
of my first candy. The toys are in formation like a
procession of lovely scenes from an old silent movie.

I did sit by my window to contemplate a desert,
I did smell the old flowers that we used to cultivate
before Spring and the roses and sunflowers that we grow
in our indoors yard. They are opening like morning prayer to
the ultimate sunrise or closing in silence at sundown.

I did sit by my window to contemplate a desert,
it is the desert of solitude that really scares me.

People said that "solitude" is a gift, they are wrong.

They do not know what I know, that when "solitude"
comes to stay close to you, it is your guess for centuries...

I did sit by my window to contemplate a desert,
I did not know that "solitude" sometimes teaches you,

- the importance of laugh, the need for love,
- the growing flowers and its allergies, and that
- nothing that we really appreciate comes free,

- "solitude" sucks while I am wearing my socks.