Concrete Shroud

The sojourner stood
On the hard concrete
Looking up at concrete
Towering over him
Wrapping round him
Overshadowing him.
The cold winds whipped
Beat on his back
As he walked
Pushing him down
Into his coat.
He paused at a street
To wait for traffic
To stop.
He walked,
Almost in a daze
Wondering about home
Dreaming about home
Remembering the hills.
Hungry for the hills
Weary in the city
Cold, dreading another day
Covered in concrete.