footprint poem

the lightning flashed, and lifted
little gate was reached at last
high walls and huge
still thirteen years
let me move slowly through the street
why do
afraid no more, i say
long has the summer sunlight shone
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
among the mountains i wandered
sun and wind and beat of sea
shadows lay along broadway
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
made up of loveliness alone