Crusoe

he sat alone sipping
his Bloody Mary
a concoction
of many nutrients
stirring
using his celery stick
to swizzle its blend

he watched
the cloud cover graying
and rogue raindrops
falling like an eye of tear
against the sharpness
of a titmouse chirping

a rainforest
surrounded
his fortress of solitude
as he travelled far
without leaving,
he was always here
listening
the sounds of the jungle
echoing
forever in his eardrums
their loneliness wailed
of isolation
searching
for their companion