The Fog

by Elana Melzer

 

Mist and haze settle around  

I take a few steps…  

And fall over  

A tree root hidden from sight.  

 

I reach towards the tree for support  

Slowly standing up.  

Only to realize  

There are no trees here.  

 

A voice speaks in the distance  

But the mist muffles its words.  

I try to respond  

But receive no reply.  

 

The mist lightly lifts  

And reveals its secrets.  

There is no one there  

For I am alone.  

 

The haze thickens round my ragged soul.  

I ponder my years long travels.  

The wind echoes a question  

When will the fog leave me alone?