Poem: Hopper’s Loneliness

Green halo hue among the metal beams—

reflections in the glass,
him in the doorway,
two mouths open.

Have you experienced Hopper’s loneliness
underneath this gaslight glow?

You brought it with you
when you left in 1901
once the spindle was firmly planted
and your eyes were red at the sight.

It was difficult to leave behind
the helmet and gun you carried,
the rucksack on your shoulders,
thinking of where your feet could take you
if it all wasn’t so heavy.