Unclear

Unclear

The picture—skewed.
No-thing is clear…

Walking in this mist
I know what is out
there.  Yet,
perhaps I don’t.

I cannot see
what will be.
Later it shall
reveal itself.

Until then,
I walk in this
fog—UNAFRAID…

I’ve stepped
through this BEFORE.
Still, this time
it is different.

I’M DIFFERENT.
I ‘see’ even
in the inability
to cut through
this smattering
of particles.

Yet, when they rise—
I will be as
I AM NOW…

Letting go of yesterday…
Walking with NOW
and attempting not to
rush ahead for tomorrow.

UNCLEAR…you hold
many lessons.