Stray

I am amazed,
the depth
these steps

spire down.

Without shoes;
the sea is enormous,
so enormous

it sinks down.

What vanishes?
Where does it travel?

The sparrow rests
above stone graves

like a shoeless
stray child.

Tonight, the woods
are endless, the wind

trapped within the trees
and I must journey on

bleeding, unshod feet,
I must journey down.