Night walker
POETRY BY DAVID COWARDIN
Issue date: 11/18/09 Section: Outdoors
Radio tower red.
Blinking in the breeze
like wounded stars.
Twitching transmitters
relay their Morse code,
guiding him on his way
to somewhere.
City ambient orange.
Fading toward the moon
Like his desperate dreams.
Humming heaters
sing the song
he's walking from.
Taconite wispy gray.
Rolling unleashed and lost
between land and shore…
like him, a wandering spirit,
pushed by the wind but
set on a course.
Seamless steel blue.
Drifting with the ebb and flow
like his clouded mind.
Transparent full and through,
but mysteriously cold
and unafraid.
Back of the lids black.
Absorbed and content in a reverie
like the carelessness of nature.
A deep indulgence, he feels the earth
for its spin and tilt until
the path is clear again.
Blinking in the breeze
like wounded stars.
Twitching transmitters
relay their Morse code,
guiding him on his way
to somewhere.
City ambient orange.
Fading toward the moon
Like his desperate dreams.
Humming heaters
sing the song
he's walking from.
Taconite wispy gray.
Rolling unleashed and lost
between land and shore…
like him, a wandering spirit,
pushed by the wind but
set on a course.
Seamless steel blue.
Drifting with the ebb and flow
like his clouded mind.
Transparent full and through,
but mysteriously cold
and unafraid.
Back of the lids black.
Absorbed and content in a reverie
like the carelessness of nature.
A deep indulgence, he feels the earth
for its spin and tilt until
the path is clear again.
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