I woke up last night
Only to find myself
An exile in another world.

Surrounded by wispy
Low-lying clouds
That swallowed me at a touch.

Light disappeared
And reappeared
Like a ghost leading me on.

The silence was deafening.
And yet comforting.
I couldn’t hear my footsteps.

I brushed against
A bush? A tree?
Water droplets caressed my skin.

I sought to taste the moisture:
A dissonant flavor
Matching the night.

Blades of grass
Beneath my feet so bare
Made me shiver.

My familiar sky was gone.
Wherever I looked
All was covered by clouds.

I was trapped
In a wispy nebula
Which made me uncertain.

All was the same.
All was different.
All was merely a vapor.

Solids dissolved before me
As restlessly I
Wandered farther away

From where I began.
I turned around.
Nothing was familiar.

Could I find my way home?
I was disoriented.
Nothing was the same.

Was I missing?
I was unable to
Retrace my steps.

I had left no
Piece of myself
In the mist.

Breaking through the gauze:
A mere vapor in the night
Hiding all I was accustomed to.

Would I simply disappear?
If I took a deep breath
Could I exhale myself?

This left me to wonder
A curious thought:
Did I really exist?