The Fog
There's a holiness in this isolating blanket.
Walls of cloudy, moist air separate me from the future -
from miles ahead,
and even minutes, days, months, and years beyond.
What a blessing to be forced to stay
in the present.
The forecast predicts the fog to lift soon and rain to begin.
But before my nearsightedness is healed,
I'll enjoy these holy walls of separation.
© 2010 by Lana Gray
