Where are we now?
Buoyed up, weighed down
Deep in the mist
With our hearts full of secrets,
Longing and wondering,
Blown by the wind
That way and this.
Most of the journey
Is in the fog
But we know the way,
mainly.
Moments of clarity
When the sun shone
Usually, I remember,
In the gap below the last hill.
Then I saw the hare
Bloodied, beautiful and still
And wondered
Perhaps I preferred it
In the mist.
#CoSopoetry