Looking through the trees
Solitary
By Forrest Getz
Solitary, abrupt against the horizon,
My upright profile unlike the frequents here
Those who carry only the burdens of necessity.
I know I am not alone
Just am right now
Caught in a median perhaps
understanding does not always come easy.
No matter of life and death
The clouds that shadow me
Are of no importance to anyone aside;
And while they shadow this dry land
The relief of moisture eludes.
I continue on, forward
Trees break up my form
Grant company
Home – what defines?
As this is mine
I understand it partly
Yet do not the details
I have yet to find the purpose in most;
I am grateful for what has shaped me.