Misty Hour

25 Apr
By:  Caleb Wendell Jordan

Clouds descend


a single boat, drifting unhurried through

the haze.

Mist envelops the currents, tides,


I can touch the gray skies

which hang closely above my head

in the aether.

I push againt the mist

to uncover something beyond.

To have light paralyze me.

But it is not visible,

only the ominous shadows

in the distance exist

beside me.


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