For as long as I can recall,
I've been in this boat.
Surrounded by a mist,
still water underneath the oak.
I feel a ripple emerge from a place unknown,
masked by fog diffused lumen.
A fellow sailor managed to find their way
through this thick veil of fluff.
We trace each others cuts and bruises,
inflicted by the seas we had traversed.
We heal, we laugh, we row,
moving forward together.
Drunk on emotion, I offer my oars, and let go.
Refused, they sink into the unknown.
A pause, A glance. A retreat into the mist.
I find myself in a familiar place.