Look around you closely,
Peer through the gathering fog.
Glance back along our wayward tracks,
Prepare—the night is long.
Hunker under drooping branches,
Opaque forest walls surround
Our huddled troupe: lying in low spirits,
Upon the dampened ground.
Here comes the creeping
Ragged breath strays in and out:
confusion, anguish, exhaustion mount.
Not rest, but penance;
Not respite, expurgation.
Weighted with worldly cares,
the fragile spindle of the soul
trailing wisps of
Breathe out bleak dust.
Exhale black air.
Through spreading boughs, a glimpse of light:
Blink—it winks out, a sudden flare,
calamitous and gone.
Uncertain and unsung,
you remain prone, corpus prostrate.
A new song stirs.
Look up to see the forest,
manifest all around you.
run nimble along fallen trunks,
dance atop swirling leaves.
Silent, swift, sure-footed,
pass through groves of swaying trees.
Leap an arc across this land,
for this world that once
evaded your glance
now shines out in all its invisible glory.
In nocturnal black and white,
we see bold strokes,
luminous lines etched with
inscribing acts of
laughter and brilliance.