Lapped by vapor—
An islander on high ground.
Step, together, step in a
Dance of nuanced solitude–
Isolated.
First above the flowing sea,
Then confronted by amorphous mist.
To enter?
Or not…
Giant sage cold-sculpted by
Frozen drizzle.
Shadows parallel our track
Along shrouded ridge lines—
Four legged.
Climbing back into sunlight,
Manga spiked hair drips moisture.
Complex yips
In an untamed tongue
Follow.
Janine Donoho 