Inside a profound fog,

the sort that speaks,

silent as a breeze,

noticeable along the way,

are the many realities we sometimes,

try to pretend away.

~

Walking alone I might understand,

there is little nearby to disturb my pace,

yet my same state of mind,

wants to survive inside the maelstrom

of a city sidewalk during lunch hour.

~

When time allows our lives,

to pause,

to brief respond to the ills,

to make a moment feel alive,

when clarity seems easily

attained.

~

When did all the clouds go away,

the visible atmosphere in sudden motion,

carefully drawn across a midwestern landscape.

Then how will a crystal blue sky

ever make it possible to imagine,

there once were shadows,

created nearby,

when lives seemed to exist alone.

~

Time release my soul to pray, in laughter,

while the ills I spent hours fearing, slowly …