I gather the fog in a glass. Keep it on my nightstand for when I feel sad. It reminds me that sometimes the clouds reach for the pavement when they get lonely. Maybe they need our physical presence since all we ever do is stare. People complain about the haze- say it covers every corner, but I wish to live in it forever. Finally drench myself in clouds without worrying about mopping up the mess. Float aimlessly without shadows. Reach through it without wondering where I’ll float to next.

Imagine breathing freely in a space where everyone else feels like suffocating.

Until then, I’ll gaze at the shapes they make in the sky. Watch their rage rip through a town as they scream to come back to the earth- and when they do, I’ll gather the fog in a glass. -AMT ©️