through the mist

mist over
     unharvested corn
cloud descending
     swallowing the land

I drive forward
    trusting the straight road
won't bend

that the path I know
     will be faithful
as I move blindly

aren't we all
      just one bend away
from madness?

does the sky-blanket
    protect us
from seeing too much?

we put names
    on things we cannot
understand

build boxes
     and containers
for clouds
      wind

trying to lay claim
     to the grass
          the water
                 the sun

and the trees
      just laugh

the waters flood
      the wind destroys
            the fire consumes

we shake our fists
      at the impersonal skies

we're all dancing
       on the edges of insanity
           and wonder why

someone falls
       taking hundreds, thousands
               with them

no one wants
     --after all--
          to perish alone

but I whisper a prayer
        to the Morning

move boldly
      toward the mists
           enveloping cloud

trusting the wind
          giving thanks for the sun
                embracing the mystery

all is calm
      all is bright
               today

I am alive
         I go forward
               against the fear