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May 15, 2023

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fog haiku

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I look into mist

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and feel my body vibrate

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am I lost or found?

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Fog rolls over us

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We cannot escape its cloak

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Somehow we are held

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I hope we see it

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that we are like the fog now

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coming 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.

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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

The Liminality Journal