in fog and darkness
only illumination
comes from deep within
the only way to proceed
to be present in each step
in fog and darkness
only illumination
comes from deep within
the only way to proceed
to be present in each step
winter gray outside
less drabby than what’s inside
keep the fire burning
looking from this side
don’t always see or notice
those waiting to cross
coming and going
places where drama surface
peace lies in between
moved by gusts of wind
seeming to hang at windows
bouncing plastic bag