The rock that holds the town
Has disappeared in fog,
As if what lives are built around
Decides to disappear.
But glints of bluing day
Etch pictures out of mysteries
Like truth revealed, enough at least
To glimpse in rolling cloud
Worlds larger than oneself —
Until, in majesty of sun,
It gleams again its certainties,
But one's not really sure
The rock was ever there.
