Sudden Weather

There are times
when I feel 
like silence knows me,

that it can recognize me
by the shape my breathing 
makes in the air.

And there are times
when I feel
like emptiness calls me
by a name
I have not accepted yet.

The night air shifts.

It becomes fog
that refuses to rise,
snow that refuses to fall
rain that falls only inward

I feel soaked
in something the world
cannot see