It remained unseen in the morning mist,
travelling at speed
through the trees.
I felt the rush of air –
only the hairs of
my neck confirmed its presence.

Invisible. Invincible.

I was
alone
with its muted ferocity.

Silence. Stillness.

Shallow breath
barely heard
hanging …

Vulnerable. Naked
in its presence.

Again, the rush of air –
my eyes strain to glimpse
some tangible thing

but my senses are enveloped
in the mist
of my guilt.