morning fog hangs low
over the trail
as i run,
the faint yet familiar path
leading me deeper
into memory.
on both sides the shrouded
remains
of towering trees
now stripped of leaves
watch silently
as i pass
and bow in homage
to the ghosts
of my forsaken past.
each step pulls
me further
from everything i’ve known,
yet afraid to let go
of hand-me-down notions
i wonder
if a home whimsical
and marvelous
lies somewhere up
ahead.
