Surreal

The air is wet even before it rains.
Walking in a natural steambath
where zinc-ochre clouds 
wash the ground.
A soft focus lens erases 
the road and the edges
from my framed view.
Here, in the stinging silence,
before sunrise,
I bathe in a tinted glow.
I decide to kick two stones
to prove I've awaken.
I cannot see them now.
I'm unsure.