A Hill at Night

Everyone sits alone on a hill at night
at least one time.
People come to different realizations
but the fractured ways 
lead all of us without exception to 
a separate place, the same for each,
and in it we're bereft of grace,
powerless on a midnight slope
to do otherwise than stay,
unable to climb or to descend,
brooding above a well-lit house 
where lately we were home.

July 20 2013