i stand here unsheltered, unprotected.
my only shelter: emotional, courage,
one man facing the immortal unexpected.
a deluge of fog, a rising moss
aimless, irrevocable, and unrestricted
resting under my gaze, embracing
the lonely mountain, the rising hills,
the jagged rocks, still erected
the sky and land meeting in the middle
both connected by gray horizon, respected.
a lone wanderer i stand, watching rocky
fingers reach out of the fog. this sea,
my sea of fog, standing through all
that’s rejected: by human kind, i alone
in Sublimity, stand with an overflowing heart,
an understanding of the chasm, the vastness
of this tiny speck of foggy gray from up above.
i alone, the wanderer, in this shady place,
this hazy space, listening to trance and trace,