Fog (2)

Fog

A white wall

A curtain

A misty window

To apparent nothingness

What mysterious wind?

Brought it our way

And why is it so comfortable?

And decided to stay

To linger around

Our harbour, our lakes

Our mountains

Our forests

Our cities and roads

Lie down and rest

We stroll and the distance

Shortens its length

The fog is determined

To wrap around itself

And not let us see

And warn us about

Discovering beauty

In its uncertain haze

In its oblivious face

We breathe and we live

We walk right through it

And the fog seems to look at us

Not disturbed, not concerned

Keeps lazing around

Crowning the treetops

Drowning the light

And the darkness alike

That’s the fog

To onlookers

A capricious girl

A whimsical event

Written and revised between November and December, 2005.