The Mist

I sit

I am aware

Around me the world turns

I sit

The island I sit on is covered with grass

It’s not a very big island, barely large enough for me

I sit

The lake around my island is calm, like a mirror.

The lake must be warmer than the air as there is a mist above the lake

I sit

Life goes on around me, I can see my family and my work mates speaking to me

The lake is too large for the sounds to reach me quickly

People are asking me questions

They need the answers from me, but those answers are in a filing cabinet on the far side of the lake.

I sit

I worry

The people have given up asking me for the answers and have gone to the filing cabinet themselves

The people look at me

The people look down on me; they used to look up to me

I sit

On my island

In the mist

I scream at the mist

The silence screams back

I stand

I want to cross the lake but I can’t

I see My Love, she looks at me, there is a sadness in her eyes

I want to cross the lake, but I don’t know how

I sit

I cry

I have been left behind