Fog
The fog fills the city
Smoky tendrils wrap around the silence
The moon is hidden, barely a whisper of its light survives
The fog shadows everything
Walking in the fog
A tranquil silence prevails
A soft tune falls from my lips
My steps are loud in the silence
Around me the fog is cool
My hand reaches out to touch it
It slips from my grasp
A giggle slips from me
Sitting against a tree
Branches above create shadows of skeletons
The skeletons are in my mind
The others in my mind are calm
They love this as much as I do
Too soon I shall need to go home
Too soon the sun shall burn away the fog
Too soon I’ll need to face the day
But for now I can rest
For now I sit
The fog wraps around my body
It slips into my lungs
Down, down, down,
Down to a soul I’m not sure exists
For now though
For now the fog can be my soul