Lamppost

Standing still, shivering,
I could not wring the coldness.
Under the unlit lamppost,
No human’s breath but mine.

The streetlights are luminous,
Ablaze with prolific light,
Infinite radiance,
While I am standing still, watching,
The darkness roaming,
Pervading the lamppost of mine.

The movement is not chained,
The freedom is in my hand,
To taste the bountiful
Heated light of others,
But yet,
I am standing still,
Under the unlighted lamppost,
Sealing my eyes,
With hope.