uncertainty

the fog rises.
the fog buys us time,
keeps us
hidden behind the soft
grey air
that surrounds us,
protects us from who
we are in the sunlight.
we run towards the fog,
we breathe it in.
we bathe in the subtle
wave of it's
hand
as it seeps up from the bog,
the stream,
the wet thick land.
we hope that it stays
a little longer,
keeping
everything uncertain.