The Mist diffuses the light
Offering it equitably
To parts of the world
Content in the shadows

Those places normally
Blessed by direct contact with the sun
Do not protest this redistribution
They sit
Patiently, humbly
Honoring the grace of the mist

The birds honor it too
For they have not fled in fear of The Mist
They sit
Perched in perfect balance
Quietly observing the calm
Even the Hadeda,
Which never misses a chance to announce its showy presence
Is quiet and bows to the power of
The Silence

Laying over the treetops
A still, fuzzy blanket
The Mist nurtures life into the green of the leaves

I feel it too,
The swaddle of it’s embrace
Encouraging me to sit still
Allow the energy to settle
Whispering, “It’s okay to be okay.”