Walker

I have watched you
walking nightly
alone astride the barren hills
a castaway
stranded on islands of empty height
surrounded by stars . . .
 
I have watched you
walking hilltops
black and small on moonless nights
your silhouette
pinioned against a wall of darkness
surrounded by stars . . .
 
I have watched you
walking nightly
pressed against an endless sky
dark and small
striding darkly
breathing darkness
head down
back bowed
surrounded on islands of empty height . . .