Fog

What was it about the fog

That day

That so enchanted me?

 

As I tumbled out of my front door

The path before me

Usually clear into the distance

Had disappeared

Swallowed up

In a great white cloud

 

I waded through the mist

To the bridge across the river

Which flowed out of nothing

Into nowhere

The intrepid ducks and boats

On shrouded journeys

Into the unknown

Perhaps to the very edge

Of the world

 

I walked through the park

Fascinated

As murky phantasms emerged

And melted into thick air

Like wraiths in the netherworld

Gliding between lost and found

Hovering around murky lampposts

Searching for signs

To uncertainty

 

And as I walked through the wispy veil

Trees rose up to greet me

Reaching out with dripping fingers

Enfolding me

In the damp blanket of myopia

Tucking me in

With whispers of letting go

And trusting the unseen

 

That whole day

The fog lingered

Blotting out the glaring sun

Opening an invisible portal

Into the realm of shades

Where beauty drifts

In rainbows of grey

And wisdom beckons

At the blurry fringes

Of consciousness

 

 

Copyright 2008

 

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