The Heavy Fog

Today is a day of the heavy fog -
An insurmountable mist that hunkers
Down around the edges of the lake

Seeping into all of the spaces
Between the mountains,

Between the trees -
Every nook and cranny holding
All the sullen and weighted
Moisture of dreamy and
Ancient remembrance.

Row after row
Of unbridled upheaval -

What we call mountains -

Are hidden and then revealed
As the air of lazy solitude
Dampens the already moist ground
In it's rising and falling again and again.

You have to sit here long
Enough to see the veiling nature of the mist;
To see it as a dragon's breath -

In and out of the beast
Just over that ridge or behind that
Steady ambling slope.  It is
That time that takes the science
Out of what your eyes behold
And drops what your head thinks it knows
Directly into the
Sullen and weighted feeling
In the heart.

My days have felt a fog
Of ancient remembrance such
As weaves itself among these mountains
Among these hills.

Look,
The sun is breaking through.

Ciao!

tjm+