See view?

Across that firth
and over those hills
another rim of hardbitten rocks
another watcher posted
just like
but not like
me
(could be the cape's green?
could be the he's a she?)
who also faces another firth,
another cold col,
and beyond him/her
the same again
and the same again,
all forgetting
exactly what
it was we are meant
to be waiting for.