Were we to be swept away,
when not only rain fell, but cloud too?
The grey of it settling low.
Hovering where we walked.
Thick, and refusing to be moved,
but for our footsteps
that would stir the mist into a cloudy swirl.
Playing tricks on our eyes,
that we were not the ones doing the moving, but being moved.
not knowing where our feet would land,
or if the ground would catch them, soft.
But the ground never failed us,
so in utter faith,
we walked on.