(1)

Frequent glimpses of moving
shadows and white figures.

(2)

One last time I enter the cold
darkness and find a mass near

the bushes, but this object
reflects nor consumes light

and I immediately feel a connection
and cry when I know this is my shadow.

(3)

A view across the expanse of empty
cold ice covering the fields

we long ago ran across playing
tag and enjoying the last summer of youth.

(4)

Brief glimpses of time I have not
felt or tasted consume my thoughts

when I let go.

Sounds and images of a home
I have not yet found, yet claw for with all my strength.