Geyser Mist
(biased on a real experience
at Yellowstone National Park.)
Geyser mist
blows my way...
Warms me...
Hides me...
From the trees
that watch me...
From the blue sky
above me...
It's as if I'm
in a cloud...
My younger brother
walking ahead of me,
becomes ghost-like...
This geyser mist
doesn't smell...(most does)
It feels clean,
I breath it in...
It leaves my cloths
slightly damp...
Hidden from the world
in this white mist,
Spirits may come,
whispering the secrets
of Life to me...
Everything is dream-like
and surreal...
I could stand here
forever...
Then my Mom calls,
I walk away...
and am revealed again,
an undersized teenage girl
with oversized dreams...
- Copyright by Sloane J. 2007
Geyser Mist
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