Stop! Don't be so quick to throw off that blanket of loneliness An ant with its colony never stops to think, where am I headed? But the heron, lonely, wary, proud, waits patiently, stalking the shore; no other chooses her nest, no leader pulls her to a lake, pointing, to say: there! fish! I shudder at the thought of being alone I am repulsed by the thought of being together Snug in this blanket, there is nothing left, except to confront myself I salute this coopers hawk circling, lonely in the sky; You heed none, except death In this temple I'm left with no choice but to consider myself