A Garden Made of Mist

Stood in a garden made of mist

Face turned up to feel the rain

Folded my heart around the pain

Opened my mouth. Tried to sing

Drifted in an ocean made of verdigris

Felt the undertow calling

Tossed my hopes into a passing breeze

Opened my mouth. No sound came

Sat among memories made of stones

Held myself tight, freezing

Pushed the cold from my bones

Opened my mouth. Almost sang

Climbed a jagged hill made of jade

Turned to see where I’d been

Moved into sunlight from the shade

Opened my mouth

And sang