#1281 - in a mist

 

1281

5.vii.23

4.187

in a mist

 

and you could be anywhere home

no breeze at all but otherworldly

wait for glint

 

expect lost cities, gorgeous towers

 

sometimes from a lifting mist

 

days waiting in a sunshine fold

 

were we not always witnessing?

 

a river then the sudden blue

 

and other colours come

to take

 

lines fray through

 

wool over ears

cotton closest

in a winter mist

 

telling its silence

stood rocking there

 

stim, far away at sea

far for a tune

 

and sometimes stars

shone like leaves after rain

 

they will be hidden

as all are

 

wondering where a page will spill

 

sometimes a daylit moon too full

 

all this ushering in

 

and you yourself a door in the mist

 

take treetops in a freshlit pond

 

nor landing but skim by

 

come in come out of the mist

under standing

how it is, was, will in the future

to have gone nowhere and be here just

 

but there’s no elsewhere quite like this

there isn’t another world of it

 

go into the mist

and be mossed

 

sometimes looking out of it

             take care

to be just where we happen to be