Fog lies low over the land. Rain drives soft across the fields. Comatose landscape.
There is nothing immediate we can hope for, now we have nothing to do but breathe, until something better shows up.
We are holding each other, expecting a miracle at dawn, as if there were no one and nothing to hurt us.
Beginning in mid-May the nights draw in, our look turns warm and soft, the fog passes gently over us,
we’d like to ask the fog— don’t talk to us, our heart’s been broken, we can’t listen to you, we can’t see you,
but the fog covers us and says: I never see myself either, in my own mind I’m invisible,
that’s why you may feel I’m almighty, you are like birds, your flight begins and ends in silence,
you will find yourselves in each other only, silence is garden, among the growing dreams and precious wishes
you will discover each other again, everything that will ever be discovered, already exists in the mist.
David Dephy (he/him) (pronounced as “DAY-vid DE-fee”), is an American award-winning poet and novelist. The founder of Poetry Orchestra, a 2023 Pushcart Prize nominee for Brownstone Poets, an author of full-length poetry collection Eastern Star (Adelaide Books, NYC, 2020), and A Double Meaning, also a full-length poetry collection with co-author Joshua Corwin, (Adelaide Books, NYC, 2022). His poem, “A Sense of Purpose,” is going to the moon in 2024 by The Lunar Codex, NASA, Space X, and Poetry on Brick Street. He is named as Literature Luminary by Bowery Poetry, Stellar Poet by Voices of Poetry, Incomparable Poet by Statorec, Brilliant Grace by Headline Poetry & Press and Extremely Unique Poetic Voice by Cultural Daily. He lives and works in New York City.