blanketed

a thick fog

engulfs the water front drive,

hiding what must lay afoot.

the air is silent,

as silent as the blanketed horizon,

and settles still around me,

cool and empty to the touch.

i strain my eyes,

trying to see ahead,

trying to find another step,

but the fog stands an unwavering wall.

i am afraid.

i feel vulnerable and alone.

only the eerie street lights

and looming bridge lanterns

are able to pierce through,

each a glowing halo

hovering above the darkened ground,

ready to guide me to certain uncertainty.