the blessing of the blurs

with the mist so deep

i can barely see the ridge of trees

that blur like columns of smoke

another intangible thing

in this imaginary world

so i stretch my eyes wide

seaching amidst the grey

for a darker shape

i can't see a thing

so i pretend

that the thing i can't see

is a mountain standing there

behind the trees

with its wide arms stretched

and my home nestled in the crook of it

like a child on the point of sleep

i close my eyes through the rain

pretending i am home