Come
Sit with me in the mist of this foggy morning
Earth cleansed by recent rainfall
Air as thick and unclear as our world
Feel the tiniest droplets on your skin
Cool and light
There, then gone
Like a word, a thought, a breath, a life
Do you feel it?
The uncertainty
The gray
The potential for both blue skies and storm
Are you willing to sit with me in the mist?
Breathing in this unpredictable air
Wrapped in the world’s unsettled arms
Listening to its undecided voice
Let’s be uncomfortable yet determined together
The sun may shine
The rain may fall
But only after we wander the fog
Tori Burris Inkley
7/4/20
Tori Dreamer 