disappearing

morning fog
hangs thickly over the road,
its twin yellow lines
faintly painted on pavement
draw me deeper
into mystery.

on either side
shrouded remains of trees
now stripped of leaves

watch silently
as i pass
paying homage to the ghosts
of our collective
past.

each step pulls
me further
from what i’ve known

and afraid to let go
of hand-me-down notions
i wonder
if a home whimsical
and marvelous
lies somewhere up ahead.