The Unexpected

The Unexpected

The fog was dense on Spirit Island
When we bumped into each other.
I could tell she had been lost,
Turning one way - then another.

The island was my friend -
The fog I was used to.
When she held my hand
I knew what I had to do.

The journey would be long -
Rocky in places;
Before we reached land
With the sun in our faces.

We pulled each other along,
Finally reaching our destination.
I watched her step out of the fog
Smiling from her aspiration.

Now safe from her past,
She waved the quick goodbyes.
I stepped deeper into the fog,
Her sunshine watered my eyes.

Quihadi