I am independent mists perhaps or
I am the mists of your imagination.
That said, we are speaking, which is
either (1) you speaking to mists or
(2) you addressing yourself (as mists).
I wish there were Google Ouija—
then we could store our soothsay
in the cloud; the cloud is a nimbus.
Forsoothsay! The cloud is an imbecile.
I am neither pessimists nor opposite
but as I’ve been flummoxed in place
repeat: The ring is in the oatmeal.
Whose ring? Whose oatmeal? Ah,
these are questions for other mists.