Rigney Deliso

A tundra desert stretches as far as the eye can see: 

far away, one might glimpse 
a wandering soul 

a little fox, 
fur white as the snow 
eyes blue as the coldest mountain creek 

I never knew

what it would look like

how it would feel

and I guess I don't

yet.

I'm just a bystander

I'm just an observer

I'm just someone

    watching