This particular mist is more than merely
droplets of suspended water; more than
even the master-poet’s finest metaphor.
Today’s fog is the ultimate maze
from which there will be no escape;
a cloud which will never surrender to
alleged sunrises beyond invisible hills
or tentative breezes across landscapes
unencumbered by leaf, petal, or stem.
Movement through this morning’s air
requires more than simple force of will.
Nothing, truly trapped, can even tremble.
dVerse Poets pub
~ Open Link Night #279 ~