Countdown

We are nearly finished
and soon we will
step out, into greyish light
coldness nipping the wet air.

Your nose, my nose
forward, inward, sensing.

We left mother at the end
the road was long
we fell into the ditch and saw
a mossy stone
a path beginning
longing toward the wooded green.

We left mother at the end
we are nearly finished
soon we will
step out, into greyish light
wet air

Where is mother?

We left at the end
we are nearly finished
we will step
into greyish light
wet air

(whispers, whispers)

We left
we are finished
we will step into light
air