A foggy walk
in the soggy woods
fills my afternoon with sunshine -
the kind that emanates from joy,
not from our sweet little star.
I wander along,
connecting to the world around me through the lens of a camera,
pulling the scenes I savor through the aperture and onto the microchip inside
(oh, how I ache for film, a darkroom);
I hold the trees and moss-covered boulders in my pocket.
The misty air settles on my skin and blurs my car's windows.
The world is soft around me,
muted like eyes filled with morning sleep.
The river pounds along,
over the dam and under the bridge,
filling the air with its song.