The mist shrouds the ground around me;
every step
a leap of faith.
I hear a voice out in the distance;
calling me,
I cannot stay.
My heart is torn in three pieces;
the past,
and now,
and what’s ahead.
I love in each of these instances,
but I must move along instead.
Times holds me only for a moment;
with open eyes
I take a step,
and this time the world does not meet me,
anticipate another rep.
Nothing is clear,
but there is progress.
I am no longer where I’ve been.
Not sure of my destination,
but certain of the direction.
I hold each moment as a guide stone
and every love
my impetus.
The only journey that would have me,
is the one I walk in mist.
HG – 2019
