Feeling the emptiness.

I feel
in dampened air
the emptiness around.

I reach
through flares of mist
of nothing in particular.

Often
in the lonely winds
I stretch out my arms.

Unwanted
this touch of fullness
but touched without knowing.

Freeze
my misty breath
in the chillness of the air.

Quiet
to the world around
and my turned off senses.
Abashed
I step back
from nothing in particular.

Susceptible
to the touch of fullness
in the emptiness around.