Thank you for pre-dawn mist swathing the roots
Of trees in softness, masking the meadow
With a chill veil of solitude. Thank you
For the aloneness I’ve come to value
Against my will. Thank you for these lessons
About my stubbornness, about the age
Of my soul. Thank you for these regressions
Encouraging me to seek out the sage.
I place my feet silently, reverently
In the muted dawn, and to the quiet
Voices of morning listen intently
For meaning and for direction I’ve yet
To find: searching for undiscovered truth
Between or around these mist-shrouded roots.