The path forward is cloudy.

An impenetrable fog

Has risen from the earth.

I find myself in a strange place,

on my hands and knees,

feeling about for obstacles,

blind to the space before me.

Once in my hand,

A flashlight —

now a land mine.

How did I get here?

Would I recognize

Anything around me

If I could see?

Would I recognize myself?

I can’t turn back

To retrace my steps

For they have vanished

Behind me.

Is it safe to stay still?

Could I wait for the mist to clear?

How much time do I have

Before danger finds me here?