It’s lonely at the top, I’ve heard expressed
by those who have it all. This fact is known
to kings and popes and others power-blessed
or fortunate, but who is as alone
as God? And why have all mythologies
proposed a single patriarch, or paired
divinity in wed hostilities:
the male superior; the female scared.
I tried to find a partner but I failed.
I waited to be found and no one came.
Exploring goodly loneliness, I hailed
myself and listened to my proper name:
Alone like God, refracting solitude
in color so its blessing can be viewed.