I can breath in the damp

flooding me like a liquid

a river of moist air

stirs the sidewalk

even though no 

cars come through

it is up to me

to make it through

tangles weeds

and dancing trees

mouths which in silence

try desperately to speak

will you take the fog

and aim towards

its point where it

creeps

and into new shadows

deep?

come with me then

the journey will take

forever

mud will be upon 

feet which slides

and slithers

for the music in

the frothing distance

Only this I 

ask.