The Space of Solitude
Dawn surprised me on the patio
without daring to sleep. I took to the jungle
and built myself a house without windows
where the pirates of my nightmares
could not reach me. Orchids occupied a space
of solitude and exclusion, forbidden to birds.
Everything resembled a tight forest of flowers
with the sea at a short distance.
I was alien to the existence of my people,
because I considered infancy as a period
of mental shortage, and because I was usually
too absorbed in my own chimerical speculations.
I was alone in my space, the solitude tolerable.