it is foggy but
keep walking forward like you know what you are doing
the trail is slick and you are alone as you go you can't go back
but you pretend at the end of the walk there is no sense of loss
go in and boil water
put away stray groceries and make sure everything is placed
as if you are on a ship bound for the northwest passage
the sky the ice a milky hue one and the same with the sea
memories like waves
how you thought it would be impossible to make such a way
to be alone on a path in the fog with children far away
on their own walk and their own voyages you do not take
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