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 brief respond to the ills,
to make a moment feel alive,
when clarity seems easily
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,
when lives seemed to exist alone.
Time release my soul to pray, in laughter,
while the ills I spent hours fearing, slowly …