No Resistance

The fog off my balcony
sears my eyes
like the glare
of an operating room
where the sun blasts through
to heat the ocean
so more fog rises
to thicken
like cooling soup
and dim the blaze,
looking quite solid--

So I imagine walking on fog
and hop the rail
twenty floors up
to dangle one foot
over the concrete ledge
where I feel no resistance,
just a faint cool lick.

Copyright © C.E Chaffin

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