Fog

Immersed in
fog are
we.
Spirits moving.
Moving in
uncertainty.
Sprung up
from fog.
Basic reality
quantum uncertain.
Sprung up
from nothing,
nothing at all.
Spirits are we,
spring up from,
then
falling back
into
nothing.
Spirits
on the
move.
Popping
in and out
of many
realms.
Spirits
are we!

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Has a certain dreamlike quality to it, but what I think the poet is suggesting concerns the limitations of our conscious life. We came seemingly from nothing and are returning to it. Of the entirety of our waking life we have precious little certainty. We are indeed like roving spirits. Insightful piece.

[E.J. Waling]

Hi JB,
Thank you for reading my work.

JG