What am I?

My inspiration for this poem was the fog itself. I was sitting out on my steps watching the fog creep around and through things.

I arrive on the nights when

the ground is warm, but the air

hovering above is cold.

What am I?

I wrap around your body 

as you move with ease through

me.

What am I?

I am everywhere and nowhere.

What am I?

I am illusive though I 

can be seen, but not caught.

What am I?

I am sneaky. I can get

into any crack or crevice.

What am I?

There is no escape from

me I am everywhere.

What am I?