A Day

you woke up

to a thick morning fog,

the smell of damp grass

on pigeon feet.

sunlight came steaming around the corner,

a pendulum swing —

quick beginnings,

slow endings.

too early for this world,

where there is such a thing as sadness

that is too small to carry—

you went away

sleeping on the back

of another foggy morning

and my quiet, breaking heart.