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.