we stumble
indecisive in the mist
but stay.
a red-tailed hawk
upright in mid-air
blesses the start
and finish.
the sun finds a hole
in the sky’s gray mask
a brief benevolence.
the weather shifts
from gloom to light
to wind and wet again.
we struggle to see.
we want to move forward.
doors appear in the dark
that were not there in light.

(I need new words
to write about this day.)