I Am Not Alone Where the Moonlight Finds Every Stone

I am not alone when I run in the open.

I am not alone where my hands are able to find their own shadows in the walking sun.

I am not alone when the wind sighs long and falls against the grass.

I am not alone where the moonlight finds every stone.

But I am alone where the trees gather together and become a place of many rooms.

I am alone when the small branch-clinging creatures scamper higher into the trees and look down on me.

I am alone in places where stones have stacked into walls.

I am alone whenever I must pause for direction.

--Mitchell Hegman

Photo: Mitchell Hegman