| By: Caleb Wendell Jordan |
Clouds descend
upon
a single boat, drifting unhurried through
the haze.
Mist envelops the currents, tides,
oceans.
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.