that much you know

thinking about
how little you
truly know, you
have strayed
too far and too
late into the woods,
taking one
misstep after
another while
a pale
sun melts
into the trees.
your breath is
a warm cloud
in front of you.
you are lost,
but pleasantly
so. you await
the transparent
moon to become
full, to lead
you. you can hear
the stream against
the rocks.
you can always
find your way
home through
water. that much
you know.