Fog lost

wandering through the fog locked woods
where the boundaries move
with the density of the mist
each trunk with each branch
with each twig with each leaf
all start with each unseen root
these pasts that give rise
to direct a choice and
branch into the existence of its own decision
and perhaps imagination is
only the DNA of the alternate
all those other possibilities blooming
on their own just out of view
as the roots go unseen and forgotten
so the alternate leaves the path
before us and settles beyond the fog
beyond the boundaries
of the density of the missed