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?