I see him wandering on his own,
An unfettered moment bought.
A daily instant quite alone,
By reflection helpless caught.

No partner, dog or walking friend,
Just a universe of one.
Long avenues of thought to wend,
Until the task is done.

Is he happy; or is he sad,
Inscrutable seems his face?
What kind of life has this man had,
And brings him to this place?

I know not from which way he comes,
Or to where from here he goes.
Whether ambling stimulates or numbs,
And who besides him knows.

Yet soon this solitary being is gone,
Life's part again to play.
His diurnal stage to act upon,
Until next brought back this way.