When nature breathes
in condensing splendors,
the land to its opaque
softness surrenders.

My eyes look
but cannot see,
as the air loses
its transparency.

My fingers touch
but do not feel
this misty mask
making life unreal.

I listen, but
the sounds I hear
lose all direction
as they strike my ear.

My mind questions,
but the answers won't come
in this shrouded sea
with my sensors benumbed.

With my senses becalmed,
and mind adrift,
I become but a verser,
awaiting the fog's lift.