Just Now
Clothed in a wrap of fog
this winter night
time is reduced — no future plans
no past remembrances
Just now
My footsteps placed within
a simple space of clarity
a pilgrim-journey along a path
narrow as a labyrinth
Just here
Forward slowly in a hush
accompanied by heartbeats
Only my breath moving in and out
caught in the mist’s net
Just here — this night
Just now
Pamela Olson
An offering for One Single Impression’s
prompt of “fleeting”
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