Benjamin Kirby
The Lonely Man
The lonely man atop the hill
finds nothing and no one to love
This quiet life is hard-won
on crooked spines of old wars
The long days of shrill sun are barren
baking love out of spring's green garden
Starless nights seek reflected moonlight
or wisdom from the howl of the wolf
Journey along the still water
in boats made of memory wood
Cut your way on the path of belief
wearing worn boots of your own design
Lie alone at the end of the world
and drink deep of the moon and the stars