The Place I 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 
("thought out of [bad word] 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.") 
("life as brief as the morning fog") 
Momentarily,  [bad word] out from under.