Grasp

in the wake of the white misty day in the woods,

there’s an eternally soft and chilling fog,

clouding your vision no further than a foot ahead of you.

let go of your fear; let your imagination run amok.

hold your heart steady, like holding a koala’s bottom.

you will come back alright. just keep holding them.

And open your eyes, see this wonder, rejoice!

7.7.2024