MIST

I coat every moment, forming it into full uniqueness; knowing nothing ever lasts, mine is the gift of impermanence embraced.

Ocean winds are carrying me to shore and soon I’ll have enveloped your home in my thick cloak. You won’t notice me come in tonight, but at the break of dawn, you’ll wander outside to collect your mail and take in the brisk morning air, and then you’ll notice me, my traces hovering like whispers in the streets, trickling down windshields, condensing on your lips and embracing Douglas fir tips. I’ll soon be smiling in pleasure as my brother, the burning sun, arcs upwards and heats me to trembling evanescence. That’s me, dissolving today, like every day, feeling myself coming apart in this most familiar and sublime of surrenders, knowing that the gifts I carry with me -- nourishment for soils, solace for parched grasses, secret poems from forest nymphs -- are to be bestowed once again to the Earth. From here, my dear, you will no longer see me for a while.

Every time we meet, my ethereal mirage will take a different form. I’ll always feel fantastical and yet familiar. Made liquid, I will slowly filter through subterranean mazes, encountering wondrous forms of life, until once again I will reunite with the vast ocean, swelling towards shore, beginning my sensuous journey anew.