Hames

A silhouette of a stranger

divides the cable wires

and the rugged highway.

The afterthought

this twilight casting

petrified shadows.

Blurring visions

of the tempest tossed

are gathering storms

in his oblivion.

His quiet stares

from the sideroad

fills a void

among stratus clouds

sojourning distances.

Seeing past roadsigns.

Crossing through bridges

and some ditches

winding through,

for solitary meaning.

The stranger moves on

to wide open spaces.

Horizon travelled by

fading to endless

miles and miles- of his

counting cable wires.

Where ebbs and crests

of hanging raindrops

are waiting to fall

between his deep sighs.