sitting on the deck
your warm hand
in mine

the fog rolls in
over the lake
eclipsing it

we sit in rapt silence
watching the viscous air
over the invisible water below

our breath
making hanging clouds before us
that disappear before they’re fully formed

just as the fog forms
it dissipates
before our gaze

gently
slowly
completely

the sun peaks out
and scatters diamonds
on the lake’s surface

glittering
in their voracious
shininess