i walked the rutted road
in failing daylight
& 
wondered what I might find
when it turned to night
& 
milky moonlight 
would be the only 
means to see
&
i hear the relentless chirp
of a bullfrog that can't be seen
because it's everywhere
to my non-directional ears
but 
still i look for it
&
i step into a puddle
& 
my sock is squishy
with each left step
& 
i go home