If I look or if I don't look clouds are always passing over the place I live.
The place I live passing under my feet while my mind wanders in a sea of fog.
On a ridge seeing through a hole in the fog ("A thought out of nowhere comes passing through") I say to myself ("I say to myself, like a voice on the wind") "Behold" but I see nothing. Rocks and water and wood not speaking to me. ("Left alone to wander above") Slow and uneasy and alive. ("wanderer above the sea of fog")
I mean the place lives and clouds pass over ("sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pass over") the landscape a blanket on stone ("where an ocean of glaciers rolled") Land waves are rolling. ("Through a fog, this is a brief life.") ("Short and cold, momentarily.") ("A life as brief as the morning fog") Momentarily, I come out from under.