
peering into the edge of the fog
images emerge disembodied
leaves on limbs without trunks
movement of distant forms
the sound of footsteps on gravel
like shadow figures from a dream
floating with ease
from the formless
a brief moment of recognition
then silently they retreat
into the void
leaving behind a vague sense
of when and where
merciful fog still
holding at bay
the why
granting solemnity and space
for clarity to waken into form
-pb 2012