Fog

this reads well. :)

very zenly up my proverbial alley -- sweet-read - thanks

I'm not entirely sure I understood the whole of this, but the last three lines really struck me. I like the nonchalant vibe that this gives off.  Thanks for the read.

Now I see what you meant about imagism. That's a fantastic piece!

Not totally understanding is the correct response to this. In terms of meaning this really isn't a very ambitious piece. It is more about not knowing. I was driving in a thick fog and I passed a man with a gun heading up a pasture toward the woods. Always when we see someone with a gun our mind tries to fill in a back story. Obviously he intends to kill something. I could make up all sorts of elaborate stories about the man who's father had died so he's going to kill himself, or the man is going after a young guy he's just chased from his daughter's room, or a hunter representing generations of human struggle agains nature.... but all of that is just projection. I just wanted to lay it down without judging it precisely to put the reader where I was. We don't know where he's going. It is a mystery. We drive in a fog. Certainly there is an action that follows, but we are touched by it only indirectly, like a distant whistle, or the sound of a bell. I literally wanted emptiness to resonate. There is no answer or "real" meaning regarding the gun for the reader. Imagism forced us to remain in the mystery and only presents related images in place of the answers.