for those who saw something out there
iridescence in the water.
the fear of a noise behind you.
a shadow moves
with the wind.
this place of old trees
they have known each other a long time
but do not know you.
what is said in the dark
with rushing overflow of winter creek
with sleet in mist
with your small light refracting what falls—
there is no answer to rest on.
the same answer as always.