Out there in the far-

Away fields there is:

A pond by a lake that

Has a trail that climbs

Up to the highest peak.


I have seen it. I

Have been there, once.


Near to a half-

Tall tree that rests by:

A boulder with mossy

Growth that covers

Nearly all of it it

Sits and waits. This

Small, sleek, and frail,

Little thing.


You have seen it. You

Who were once so close

To finding it, once.


By a place by a field that

Has so much strength and

Great little things that sit

And call out to the night-

Time skies so full of cold,

And stars. We


Search out for it and know that

It once was here and yet we

Call out to it, again.


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Published by Matthew Henningsen