Gray mist creeps in
covering the land and shore
Rain drips onto my head
and crawls through my scalp
down my skull
down my neck
Listen to the twinkling sound of rain
hitting into the lake
clear to the blues and creams of mountain rocks lining the bottom
I look for you, squinting
eyelashes dripping water.
The foliage is bright green
Bowing toward me as they release drops of water to the ground.
I can’t see beyond the walls of mountain
beyond this lake
beyond the orange and gray lichen
I can’t see the mountain tops from the mists and fog
And I cannot be found, either.
This is where I will set up my tent.