It was no more than a blur.
So close, it almost hit me.
A vague shape, an orblike object,
swirling, right above eye level.
Meandering back and forth,
oscillating currents of mist,
like the wings of a dream.
Slowly sweeping the fog, here,
and there, then the wet air lay
reluctantly quiet. Surrendering
everything for a long moment
to the unknown, well beyond
reckoning as if my memory
is still waiting for something
that escaped me at that time.
Only now, I can remember.
