by Jobie Weetaluktuk

Created on: August 18, 2010   Last Updated: September 01, 2010

I saw a man walking, a strange stranger.

He had a good head of hair, bronzed by the sun.

I saw a man walking, clothed against the elements.

I saw a man walking, I pasted him without a word.

He had a good bushy beard, wild but fitting of the guy.

I saw a man walking, pushing a baby carriage. 

I saw a man walking, a stranger who would not look me in the face.

He was expressionless, no smile, no sorrow, no clue.

I saw a man walking, dressed for winter.

I saw a man walking, his face craggy with lifelines.

He walked by lifeless, though he might have been an intense person a few years ago.

I saw a man walking, and I imagined his life all behind him. 

I saw a man walking quietly, without a destination. 

He was walking in the heat of August, weathered and leathered.

I saw a man walking, pushing all his possessions in a pram.

I saw a man walking oblivious, off this world, yet without. 

He didn’t see me, and if he did, he didn’t want to.  

I saw a man walking coming from nowhere and going nowhere. 

I saw a man walking, leaving a life that once was.

He had been walking, from what was once a possibility of promises and promises of possibilities.

I saw a man walking, to oblivion, to the darkness of a bright and hot August. 

I saw a man walking, each step too deliberate, as though each movement was a pain.

He seemed to think about each step as though he had to. 

I saw a man walking, walking from distant evenings’ laughter to oblivion. 

Loved one far behind, friends of necessity, somewhere walking.  

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