Within the cloud

I walk within as the cloud

descends, cocooning me even

as it strips me naked, bare,

permeating my mind, my heart,

my soul. Only then does the voice

speak. I ask no questions.

The voice continues until

it is finished,

the stream ceasing

until the next time. The cloud lifts.

I walk away, refreshed

and exhausted.

Photograph by Lisa Runnels via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.