Loneliness

LONELINESS

The ponderous grey of the day sky has begun to deepen into the blackness of night. The rain is steady, neither letting up nor becoming heavier, yet in the gathering darkness it seems to be growing louder. The trilling of bee-eaters that usually marks dusk is striking by its absence. There are few sounds other than the rain and the wind; at times it's difficult to tell them apart. It is as if all life were lying low, waiting…

There are multiple words for most emotions and states of mind – love, hate, anger, compassion. But for loneliness there is only one word. Perhaps there was no need for more.

deep dusk
the sky tied to earth
by threads of rain

(In: Simply Haiku, Vol 8 No. 1, Summer 2010)