I've been noding
Whitman for the last several weeks, and it's worn off on me. Feeding my cat by the window, this came to me:
Looking out in to the
grey afternoon, I see a woman.
Walking her dog on the naked
alley, striding quickly,
Not looking left,
Not looking right,
I see her,
and she is not
alone.
I see a man loading boxes on to a truck, leaving behind his home,
I see him and he is not alone.
You, beneath the
streetlights beyond my view, beyond my city, beyond my
horizon
I know you and you are not alone.
You, on the mountaintop
serene,
You, in the fields of
toil and
sweat,
You, in the empty plains,
You, in the distant and
misty past,
You, on the future's foggy
plateau,
What a great
raucous crowd we form!
How like
steel the bond between us!