On my way home I watch the water;
The rain patters against the shore,
And a grey-blue haze erupts,
Like a heavy-set cloud seeking friends.
Quickly the creature engulfs the land,
Consuming buildings which fade
As if towering to heaven,
And dismembering trees
To branchless stumps
Inconsiderately cut too high up.
The spot before me
Is my only source of truth
And trust.
The fog:
Deceptive, yet mesmerizing–
In the attempt to recover from
A missed step
I realize I’ve already fallen
Too far.
I stare up into the sky,
Surrendering–
Heavy eyed and sleepy;
The fog settles over me.
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