misty morning fog
dances
above the earth
moist air
floating
above
daring to touch
but merely
teasing
the surface below.
is that what you are?
a fog hovering above me?
i am the earth,
warm and deep
inviting you in
to be wrapped
embedded
into my warmth
my earthly womb,
so that i may nourish you
as i would a seed
safely
to flourish and grow.
but you are the fog
hovering
above me,
spirit
ever present
but never descending
below
to touch.
we exist
side by side,
part of the same landscape,
yet never connected.
and soon
as the sun rises
you drift away,
never to be seen again...
