Fashioning of a refuge

The solitary path
you take
the solitude, the difference
you chose
the circle amidst rectangles
the bird amidst fish.

The caginess, the separation
of the tilted pate
– your pate it is.
The contoured line
the sharp distinction
– you draw.

Your retreat in the shadow
of the limes in the dale
your lips thinning.
Your cage is the lime
your contour the dale
your lips the line.

Let me be
a circle too
a bird at least –
let me be
solitary too
next to you.