f o g
a poem a day in the month of may
fog haiku
I look into mist
and feel my body vibrate
am I lost or found?
Fog rolls over us
We cannot escape its cloak
Somehow we are held
I hope we see it
that we are like the fog now
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thoughts on the in-between
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