how small
how small things
seem
in the morning’s soft light
there is something very sad about the tree:
grayed
and dulled
into oblivion
by the fog’s impenetrable thicket.
there’s something out yonder
for us both
yes,
there’s something ‘round the corner
just beyond the next glow
where
you
stand
tall, alone
where you can, for more than just a moment
wonder after what’s left
of us
and
not forget that it might always haunt.