missed most mornings
in the rush to start the day
the gray trail behind me
back to the farthest point
I ever was from here
gray figures
beside the trail
gray figures
in the woods
on the horizon
gray figures that beckoned me
to continue on the trail
encouragement
so indistinct and
necessary
so cloaked now in routine’s amnesia
but visibly present
on the good mornings
I see one or more in the periphery
and stop wherever I am
to nod and acknowledge gently
swiftly so as not to slow my progress
before returning to the trail with
increased confidence
for today at the very least
Dark Matter 
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