Chant Above

In these mists and small exhaustions
I know for certain only
there has been a constant
solidity underfoot and
I will believe that we
walk high above the surface
of this exoskeletal world
and we have not seen the bones
and we have not seen the shadows
of the shapes that pretend to bones

In these mists and small currents
of the visible atmosphere
I will believe that we
have never walked in fog
I will believe that we
will be high above flat oceans
in many steps
in time

In these clouds and supported
by the tension of the surface
holding thick and future rain
from the unknown shapes and shadow
of the exoskeletal world below
I will believe that we
will soon view a smooth horizon
in the brief unbroken moment
where dusk water meets and blends on
smooth and monochromatic
with the long unmisted sky