The Mists

Standing on the front of the white

of the mist

that is rolling

and covering

and blanketing

separating

as it twines to gather

the pieces

standing

stepping back

unwilling to be seen

yet

encompassed and wrapped within the moment

when today

can be different than any other moment

to be shielded

to be held against the tide of time

to feel

for a moment

the opportunity

to breath