Fog

Disappear into that fog, you will

and that entanglement of trees,

loose yourself then dare yourself

to cast a stone into that still stream.

Leap into that wind you feel

to be the floating feather,

face the winds, and trial.

To live life as is preferred

to start again, anew,

and come back from that fog,

you will,

for I can see it in you.

- edited from the original in A Castle in the Mirror, my official anthology.