A gravel road
winds its way
into morning
sun streams
golden
it’s light
mirrored in
left-over pools
from
last night’s rain
and fences
delineate fields
brown stubble
where
I have died
narrow road
continues
rising up
under shadows
of bare trees
there are no
signs
telling me
where to go
unseen
in morning
stillness
this blue sky
of separation