harvest

less of a certainty than ever before
hanging in the dark over my door
reminders of someone else's memories

and - stop - the questions
there is no need to revisit
that other country
there is no reason to wonder
if and when and why
because all you need is the what
which is the will to carry on

a lesser moon rises through the fog
and dusk settles on the barren limbs
and fading fences
and wilting flowers

all is calm and still and peace

are you there?