Fog

Obscurity complexion
A picture, blurry
Across this body
Of dim water
Is it coming into my breath?
Always a quarter mile away
Does it exist?
Perhaps it's an illusion
I feel as though I'm a shadow
Without penumbra
Rolling across the pavement
No telescope could pick out
This path, vague
Flowers shade the mist
Pastel, impressionist
Colorful clouds
Grounded, punished
A little too heavy to fly
Wake me up
Steam off the mug
But cool, damp
Deep, lungs full of vapor
Inhale, hydration
An initiation
To the in-between
Unmeasurable without the light
Under the speed of dim sound
A great excavation of physical sensation
Dug up
Laid out
Covered with dew
Invisible, unless you're up close
And we are close
Like in the dark
Cruising, repetition
No plans
Spontaneous visions
From nearby skies