* Morning Mist *

The morning mist is famous to the musing gaze of the wondering soul,
Whiteness hooves across the fields,
Single minded, 
Taking away the breath
Of the leaving train.

We disappointed her,
Letting her through to that stillness.
Her skin bright as a lampshade.
She is famous
To us,
While loneliness is famous to
A poem.

After Naomi Shihab Nye “Famous”
And Sylvia Plath “Sheep in Fog” and “Lady Lazarus”