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.