Thursday, July 21, 2011

Mist


Squinting through a mist
I navigate by the tip of my boat
My ears my only guide
Whispers of the wind float
Quietly gently to my side
A sixth sense sweeps them in
Interpreting soundless sounds
Directing my oars - now out - now in
Am I lost?  Or am I found?
Moving through a mist
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