I stood on a November hill

The sun on my back, warm on my coat

The cattle, the fence, the sky

The cattle, black in their coat

Plodding their familiar path

I on my certain road

Smug in my freedom

The fences abound

Outside, inside – penned, free, penned

Bound by what we know

The sky – above

Clouds, suns, nebulae...

Beyond the reach of human years

My shadow stretched down the hill

Long in the fading light

Freed by what I do not know