A Night of Mist and Questioning

I walk in mist

One chilly night,

When sorrow-clouds

Eclipse the light.

They fill my lungs

In every breath

With loaded air

Tasting of death.

The street lights wonder,

“Who is she?”—

They’ve never seen

The likes of me.

Behind their thick

Church-veil of cloud,

The stars, too, gossip—

Not aloud.

The cobblestones

Beneath my feet

Send questions up

And down the street;

Yet through it all,

I pay no mind.

I walk in mist;

They stay behind.