Scouring and Endless Sea of Fog

by Thomas Couvillion

inspired by Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog (1818) by Caspar David Friedrich

The sea of fog is as endless and vast as the sky

the mountains will forever be the same

I no longer ponder where I have been

I know little of where I will go, my mind is at ease

descending into the churning thick limitless sea

My boots stab deep into the impregnable stone

rigid as the man who wears them

Perhaps it is the beast's belly we enter

The salty mist coats my face and jacket

The journey has started, it is too late

Beneath the sea of fog, many stories remain untold

Yet the wanderer cannot be lost

Scouring in the endless sea of fog