There is No Distance

Mysterious Fog
Does not envelope the geese--
Silent silhouettes.

Drops of rainwater
Hanging from my porch's eaves
Magnify the light.

There is no distance
Beyond the trees, only mist
Shrouding the mountains.

On a wooden pole
Strange numbers are imprinted:
Roadside Kabbalah.

Forever leaning,
Ladder and barn together;
Both too old to work.

Thinking it's a cat
I call to a flower pot.
(It does not respond.)

An impromptu hut
Built of ferns, leaves and dried grass.
No human hands here.

Darkened tree stump lies
Charred by snow, rain and bright sun--
Seasonal blasting.