Morning Lochs

At dawning day

among the Kansas highlands

pools gradually appear

floating slowly, gently, lightly

between low rolling hills

swirling whitely, lapping

the bases of a starkly dark

oak here and an elm there

and spreading across

the highway with fingers

of translucent light

not quite reaching the other side

before my suburban splashes

through them without

the joyous sounds of splash

since it’s not actually water

just low lying vaporous fog