I manage to get caught
in a sudden downpour
Sheltering under a tree,
I noticed the silhouette of a man
His feet seemed rooted to the hill,
as if some strange force
had stopped him mid journey.
The shape of this figure seemed
to me to be bent forward
As if trying to continue on his way.
I felt the urgency in this lonely image
Where was he going, what was he looking for?
Why did I feel connected to his sadness?
Would I find out if I continued my own journey
The way he is facing
Would I find the answer he could not?
I walked on hoping time would tell his secret longing…