You must have seen the fog that slept…

You must have seen the fog that slept on mustard fields today,
you would have loved the way it hazed all angst and made it look
far farther than far, far away – in place, in time, in every way;

and half asleep I longed to walk with you along that brook,
along the hearth and hay, along the row of poplars and
recall some little thing we lived or read in pages of some book;

regard the farmer, cat and dog, some human’s roiling hand,
our past, transform it all to you or me or he or her –
untangle, rearrange and know immortal from the mortal strand.


Taimur Khan

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