My Lucid Reality

My foot slipped against the ground, the sand on top of hard dirt made it unsure footing, and that I couldn’t see past my ankles didn’t help.  With each step my foot steps echoed in a sliding crunch.  I had long since stopped looking down, it didn’t help to see my knees disappear beneath the fog, the way the particles eddied and furled around my legs without yielding a hint towards my path.  I had two things holding me to my course, hope… and faith.

When the path began I knew the way, and now I only remember that it’s straight, and through the fog.  As long as I keep straight I shouldn’t worry about the path.  The fog was not complacent, it flurried and boiled over head, and all around, the feel of it wet and warm, the echo of my foot steps leading me on, turning in my head to a drum centered melody, calling each foot to pass before the next.  Time seemed to have no meaning here, I felt that was good, because I had been here for what felt like forever, the fog dancing around my fingers as I reached left, and then right to batter it. 

Occasionally I would hear voices; sometimes the fog would mock me with what looked like faces, the dark shadows playing with the white, confusing me.  There were times when it was all I could do to take that one step forward.  When the journey began I knew to follow the voices to the side would be the end of me, once off this sandy coarse path I would never be able to find my way back.  There was a hint of thought that called to me suggesting that I was not always alone.  I remember taking the wrong path, losing myself, kneeling in the mist and screaming for help… always a gentle hand would guide me back then I’d turn, and find no one.

My hands ached from the cold, the solitude ate at me, and then one morning, walking forward the fog opened up, and standing there, as though waiting, was you.  The smile touched my heart, the eyes took my soul.  Our hands met, and with a smile that beamed through my very being we started walking forward.  Where there was the sound of coarse earthen footsteps now there was conversation, where there was uncertainty, now there was shared hope.  Where there was doubt, now comfort.  The mist still eddied and flurried around our legs, but now it was us, walking through the clouds and holding hands as one.