The Place I Live - Live

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.
 ("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.