A solitary person is a curiosity.
Ask him where he has been, what he is doing.
Or something we should bother less about.
Let him be. Let him stand or sit or walk the paces.
A solitary man is noticed, among the crowd of well wishers
Feeding off their anxiety, their costs, their way.
Leave him be. He waits for nothing.
He is sheltered by his thoughts
he is cleansed by his emptiness.
Look on in envy to the solitary man and see the virtues.
Disconnect momentarily with him. Drift in a cloud or seek the light of the sun.
Find meaning in the space between the thoughts.
Leave the solitary man to himself.
He is safe.