at a little distance
I like to see them passing and passing
and going their own way,
especially if I see their aloneness alive in them.
Yet I don't want them to come near.
If they will only leave me alone
I can still have the illusion that there is room enough in the world.
D H Lawrence
I've been sorting through some old artworks and came across this poem, which I used as practice for calligraphy some years ago. I'd forgotten it. But I still like it.