Dismal / Lost

There’s the day forming from the dark
Great gray plumes of vapor rising
No horizon line / no distinction
Between sea and sky
A punch-drunk compass
Two fathoms deep
Nowhere to go
Gray / dismal / lost
Unyielding •

What I’m Reading:

“In the end, we are all existential pathfinders: We select among the paths life affords, and then, when those paths no longer work for us, we edit them and innovate as necessary. The tricky part is that while we are editing our trails, our trails are also editing us.”

— Robert Moor / On Trails: An Exploration