Wednesday, December 10, 2008


A thick fog
touches the earth.
Hanging low,
it obscures my vision
leaving me
adrift and confused.

I keep on the
ancient path,
traveled by generations
and navigate by
a celestial compass,
trusting I'll
see the
other side.

5 comments:

TACParent said...

Traveling in an armored kayak ... It was an obscure fog wasn't it? And we will see the other side. We will.

matthew said...

December must be the time for fog poetry (he he)! Lovely work. I especially love the second stanza, with the compass imagery. It makes me think of how our intuition (and belief and trust) is formed by the past. Beautiful work.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

TAC: You are right. We'll see it to the other side. I was driving home last night and there actually *was* a thick fog. Very symbolic, I thought.

Thanks, Matthew. I still say your fog poem is better!

Lee Strong said...

"A think fog"?
or "A thick fog"?

Hmmm.

Dymphna (4HisChurch) said...

Oh, no!! I really did say "a think fog!" Maybe that was some sort of Freudian slip....

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