I think
If you look for it
It’s there
Just beyond
Right there at the edge
But beyond it
We curl out fingers around the air
Just to feel like we’re grasping
To feel like we get it
But it’s mist
It’s fog in the morning
Silence in the talking
Listeners of music know
We see it in the mountains
At the sea
In our grief
Just enough
Not enough
It’s everywhere if you can see it
And yet nowhere all the same
The knowing is the not knowing
The seeing when our eyes are closed
Maybe the mist becomes dew
Liquid but there
Probably though, probably it never does