If I look Or if I don't look Clouds are always pa**ing over The place I live The place I live Pa**ing under My feet while my mind wanders In a sea of fog On a ridge Seeing through a hole in the fog ("A thought out of nowhere comes pa**ing through") I say to myself ("I say to myself, like a voice on the wind") "Behold" But I see nothing Rocks and water and wood Not speaking to me ("Left alone to wander above") Slow and uneasy and alive ("wanderer above the sea of fog") I mean the place lives And clouds pa** over ("sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pa** over") The landscape A blanket on stone ("where an ocean of glaciers rolled") Land waves are rolling ("Through a fog, this is a brief life.") ("Short and cold, momentarily.") ("A life as brief as the morning fog") Momentarily I come out from under