After Reading Walden

 

After Reading Walden

I am nocturnal,

I walk dark paths at night,

sometimes pretending

to be someone other than me.

I wind my steps between trees,

blackened by lack of moon.

I search for stars,

reach my hands skyward

as if to pluck each one

from the abyss of cloud and sky.

I am made small

by the passing of nebuli.

I am made humble

by the insignificance

of all I am,

just a grain stumbling towards

the black hole

of a vast unknown.