fog on the river

sometimes, as the passing of days
the slow change of perspective
takes place as angles roll slowly west
you and i, a definite direction
and a recurrence of quick snaps
like ticks on windows

but as the pane thickens with water
the outside blurs, sometimes distorted
sometimes magnified
as i keep steadily on the outside
signaling on each passing season
the you from the fall
and the you from the spring

for Z.D.