I see a man walking through the icy shade
on a winter's night.
He walks all the nights and sleeps as he walks.
Sometimes, he will take shelter
but, only if, the blizzard is violent.
The vast tidal waves of the past trouble him,
and the grieving for lost family
scream through his nervous system,
but he is now at the estuary ways,
where repetition ceases.
We all become that man, no matter what we do to avoid him.
Now time has contrived another terror!
It is the burden of knowing
and the fallacy of escape,
soon he will take the estuary path
to the water of cemetery land,
but, I will always know the man in the icy shade walking.