Oh Fog


Oh Fog,

you come today, a surprise ephemeral guest

daring me to stay… present.

Pay… attention.

Light hangs in the air, trapped

like a hostage presence

And you hold me

in a pervasive, inescapable


and now-ness.

Look back, and what was is no longer visible

Diminished or dismissed into the distance.

Just lingering light and hanging memory.

Look forward, and what is to come feels almost tangible

just beyond reach or view.

To pursue future is to chase a wind

surrendering the reverie of what is.

Oh fog,

hold me like you do the light

Beckon me to





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