The Fog Brings Light

The cloud is thick.

I can barely see the valley floor;
I cannot see the cliff's giant door.

My feet are on the ground;
My head is in the mist.

My body is half erased.

It whips through me like a ghost;
A ghost fleeing the dawn of light.

I shiver and shake not putting up a fight;
A man in the mist not breathing right.

Vapor passed between me and the tree.

I sit and I see;
The past rapidly eating the future to be.

Alone, I am faced with this one fact;
I am surrounded, not by what I see;
but what I sense this time and place is to be.