ARE YOU OUT THERE


The valley icy from the morning fog
Frozen in the cold night
With the wrong look
It could all break

Walk slowly in the search for light
It reflects and refracts
A prism of time and space
Of thought and relavance

First a drop from a tree limb
Then a rushing stream
What you see is measured
By those you have known

For all night will come
Some will shine
Others fade into darkness
Still I wonder are you out there


Michael V Hechtman