The Stranger Poem by Michael Kirwan

The stranger walks through the barren countryside.
Rivers, trees and people are now but a rare amusement.
Thoughts become his only friend as his voyage continues;
The voyage that must lead him to his promised land.

Wakeful nights prevent him from escaping to his dreams.
Those same dreams that often bring upon him an eerie silence.
A silence that finds voice with a sudden thunder
That shakes him to the very core of his being.

One day passes into another day without delay
But his scars remain constant in the habits of old.
Habits that he has battled with for far too many moons
But he must remain focused in his quest for the answer.

He contents himself now with the simplicity of his environment.
There is no need for confrontation with the creatures of barren lands.
They do not understand what drives him on this quest;
A quest for nothing more than his destiny.