Sweetness of solitude came after all that soured. All that soured poured that plenty on me. "Plenty" I called them! humans, deeds, words,and silences, all that failed in ups and downs at turns and twists, I met Plenty, the melancholic! Like a sleeping cat, Alarmed. Like an anxious rabbit gazing astray, Conscious. "Enough of you," I screamed. One odd day, A new green sprouted at the sill, the spirits of solitude freed my sleep, came in new clothes and in new shoes, and sat on my tougue tip the sweetness of Solitude.