Walking in Fog at Night

5/22/11

Walking in Fog at Night

Light penetrates the fog:

Bright yellow fingers

Reach through the fog

At billowing branches of trees,

Shivering shadow fingers

Reaching for the light.

Tiny green tipped blades of grass,

Black in the night,

Tip their tongues towards the sky

And kiss the stars,

Bright yellow freckles

Of the shivering sky.

You offer a sound to the silence

Of the milky air

And hear your “hello” join with its echo

And you know now

That it is only you

Alone.