Share this postThe Liminality Journalf o g Copy linkFacebookEmailNotesMoref o g a poem a day in the month of mayKaitlin CurticeMay 15, 202328Share this postThe Liminality Journalf o g Copy linkFacebookEmailNotesMore642ShareText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedfog haikuText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI look into mistText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedand feel my body vibrateText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedam I lost or found?Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedFog rolls over usText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWe cannot escape its cloakText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedSomehow we are heldText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedI hope we see itText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedthat we are like the fog nowText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedcoming and going
Within the Fog
Swirling, rising, settling, obliterating any sense of direction or distance.
I stumble forward then back again.
Not sure which way to turn, where to go, or what to do.
Fully consumed by the fog of this day, these decisions, these choices, these reponsibilities.
So I stop to get my bearings,
To orient myself in the here and now,
And take my next small step.
Again, and again, and again.
Karri Temple Brackett
May 15, 2023
https://themarvelousandthemundane.com/2023/05/15/in-the-fog/
When I was little
The fog would roll in so thick
Over my childhood town
That we could play hide and seek tag
In the wide open field
Back then
I actually felt a slight thrill
At the possibility
Of staying lost
In the heavy, palpable air