I have been one acquainted with the light. When I wander, I do not walk alone Even in the deepest depths of the night. I do not need company but for my own. I exalt in walking down a fractured street That’s rife with seeds last spring has sown.
And should a passerby I never meet, Then in the solitude I will not pine For my happiness shall be complete. I do not like a road covered in civil signs, I prefer the spires of nature to be my only sight As I wander down the paths of crooked lines, Here my mind can soar to its fullest height; I have been one acquainted with the light. ___ Imitation of Robert Frost’s “Acquainted with the Night”