Fog
"Fog in the morning here
Will make some of the world far away and the near only a hint.
But rain will feel its blind progress along the valley tapping to convert one boulder at a time into a glistening fact.
Daylight will love what came.
Whatever fits will be welcome
Whatever steps back in the fog will disappear and hardly exist.
You hear the river saying a prayer for all that's gone."
- William Stafford