I am the alpine chill,
the stillness of the tundra,
drizzle in vaporous light,
a sweep of fog that daily dies.

Ghost in the clouds dispersed,
I dress in morning haze—
gauze and mist faint a shape,
sighs dissolving without trace.

whirling winds and undertow,
hurricane, you grow,
breathing through the storm,
becoming the ocean’s shifting form.

Perpetual lunar tide,
rippling aqueous mirage,
oxygen and carbon dioxide.
Impossible atmospheric romance.