Sunday, May 8, 2011

inclement weather

dense fog fills the valleys.
the grey cold creeps into my bones.
mossy peaks jut out of clouds,
their outlines a blur—
out of focus and
stopped in time;
they float on the horizon.
my mind is a mess—
just like
the confusing mist.
floating just where
I want clarity—
hiding it from my sight
I strain to see,
with all my might—
when I stop
and just relax—
out of the corner
of my eye.
a fleeting glimpse
tells me
it will all be
all right!

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