Fog People

You often
almost see them
from the corner
of your eye.
You sense
a wisp of grey,
a floating, 
                ethereal 
         movement
that suddenly
d i s s o l v e s.

They drift
     quietly,
            gently,
on the edge
                  of our consciousness:
these pale,
these grey,
these haunting
                       people,
whom all,
but Time,
have forgotten.

If we chance
to           pause,
to peer                     beyond
the drifting veil,
we see, 
within the shroud,
a preview of ourselves
tomorrow.