Incased in Fog

She waded through the thick pools,

Legs lurching over toadstools,

As the churning white kissed her feet,

And the driven gray pelted like sleet.

Cold from the waist down,

Embraced in a dewy crown,

She wondered through the trees,

Unable to see what bumped her knees.

Her sight rendered null,

Like empty sockets in her skull.

Yet forward in this dreamscape,

Across the hidden landscape,

To solve the riddle of what she sought,

Knowing something had been forgot.

*This is a poem written when I was a child. I do not change or edit poems from my childhood out of respect to the young girl who wrote them. I trust that she knew what she was doing and wanted to say.