The Place I Live - Mount Eerie

If I look

Or if I don’t look

Clouds are always passing over

The place I live

The place I live

Passing under

My feet while my mind wanders

In a sea of fog

On a ridge

Seeing through a hole in the fog

(«A thought out of nowhere comes passing through»)

I say to myself

(«I say to myself, like a voice on the wind»)

«Behold»

But I see nothing

Rocks and water and wood

Not speaking to me

(«Left alone to wander above»)

Slow and uneasy and alive

(«wanderer above the sea of fog»)

I mean the place lives

And clouds pass over

(«sitting on a ridge and watching clouds pass over»)

The landscape

A blanket on stone

(«where an ocean of glaciers rolled»)

Land waves are rolling

(«Through a fog, this is a brief life.»)

(«Short and cold, momentarily.»)

(«A life as brief as the morning fog»)

Momentarily

I come out from under