Mist Poem by Chloe Lubinska

So much mist

So much dust to wisp into

The sentient life we forthright emit

Riding snow storms and eating grit

Never thought once

The snowy white we sledge upon

Confirmed with dirt and stones

Under the surface

A bumpy ride until lied upon with

Icy flakes and civil snakes

We have no conscience til the burning sun turns solid into transparent lakes

Of truths, good or bad

Nature doesn't care until we do

Like a deck of cards all evened

Until shuffled and played by two

So much mist

We trespass through