She solo!

Saturday eve in a medieval hamlet

the gateway to an ancient empire

Something strange happens

To an almost crone of sorts

Not for very long time free

But

By old stones - by being her

The innards churn nothing

If not calmness of a caliber

Equal to -could it be a certain 

Self acceptance - enjoyment 

Of

Her own company - aloof

In her search for solitude 

Because she knows that

Tales told by her ancestor

You are alone - accept it

And

Within the sturdy stone house 

She relinquishes the need

For people’s company 

And realizes that here

She is embalmed with peace!