I understand there’s power in a crowd.
A company can consummate a job.
For good or ill a faction may be loud:
at best a rally and at worst a mob.
But I’ll admit groups do not ring my bell.
I seldom seek a venue, and I’m much
more likely to in solitude do well.
But there are times that stir my spirit, such…

…as standing at the Western Wall, aware
of thousands gone before me praying there,
or sitting down among the Bristlecones,
and sensing from their base the planet’s tones.
I’m not benumbed to life’s sincerity;
I just don’t peal in large society.