Oktober 2019 SonnetFest - 3

Here's the third sonnet composed for Oktober 2019 SonnetFest.


recon X shen

Each day I cross a thousand paths my fell-
ow humans tread, and yet I do not say
a word to them, nor do they even tell
a single phrase to me. It is the way
we live, the silence of proximity
as if we stood on Adam's noted peak
like pilgrims to our own infinity
of solitude, as if our souls must seek
aloneness within multitudes, which seems
unnatural unless we meditate
like monks. But if we intersect our streams
to form a coursing river, then our fate
is not to just evaporate, but to
reflect, refresh, replenish, and renew.