Will you shout
When no one will hear?
Will you shudder
At the spacious fog?
Do you feel the air
Around you?
Creeping, pooling in
Your lungs without worry,
Without demand to share.
There’s something about
The embracing fog, pure
Alone time with nothing
But your ringing thoughts.
A response is needed, although
In your own time.
Your pace within your voice
Is priority in the air.