Ghost in the Fog

I saw a sphere

of clouded smoke, and shook

at its emptiness. 

A parade of strangers, 

the vacant arc of teeth, 

weak effusions of kindness. 

These were blown off

in so short a time, 

my visions of the world. 

But when all had come and passed

I saw again, as I had feared, 

That I, too, inside that sphere, 

was a ghost in the fog; 

The suggestion of a life,

the breath of fear.