Love this poem…
And as he closed the door
On an outer world
Infused with doubt and fear
He turned to look anew
Upon what now remained
Within this edifice
This wooden womb
Exists his survival
Alone among millions
Surrounded by none
But here he lives
As always he has
Where his life
Has laid at anchor
Secure within his harbor
Why then need he now
Mourn the loss of the beyond
Though foreign to his touch
Still conquers the eye
Awaits his recall
Suspended but not lost
The habits of a lifetime
Mold themselves as one
Into his today
Shaping his tomorrow
He will wait, in silence
For the coming dawn
A new day, a new world
Renewed by isolation
Restored by the faith of man
