Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Morning Fog

I stared into the valley: it was gone-
wholly submerged! A vast flat sea remained,
gray, with no waves, no beaches; all was one.

I may have seen a shadow then, an errant
shadow, bearing a bundle on its head.
I saw-and no more saw, in the same instant.

All I could hear were the uneasy screeches
of the lost birds, the yelping of the stray,
and, on that sea that lacked both waves and beaches,

the footsteps, neither near nor far away.

excerpt from
"In The Fog"
Giovanni Pascoli

I woke early this morning, I hadn't realized that my husband had already wandered off to his day. I walked outside and stood by myself. Everything held still, never speaking of day. I couldn't help wonder what else lived under the moonlight; many lives in between time. I felt a distant runaway.

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