soniacookbroen
Fog is Also Good Weather
In this particularly gray misty day
I ran through a field of dandelions and tall wet grass
I felt childlike unable to see the horizon
the water so deep disappearing into the gut of gray swirling
and still
the particles only noticeable to the discerning eye of the calm observer
Should my eye see you there in this vast expanse of suspended time
a lone wanderer such as myself
your soul is a peaceful place and you have the dark quilt of laughter
such as I do
to conceal the precious
good you still believe this maddening world imbues
The dandelions time is dependent upon the fog
the mowers will not mow in this misty mire
and so the little yellow buds are allowed a few more days of mercy
and my sneakers trod the soft wet earth
in this quiet we are one
breathing creature
the world and my legs carrying me onward
to tomorrow
where all the sunrises of forever await