Fog

fog interweaves

with morning air

fog As I walk

with guide dog Ari

fog and trust are all

that bind us together

that keep us planted

in the world

day follows day

unseen footsteps

mystic impressions,

bruises beyond explanation.

fog and trust and

love

are all we have,

are All we are.

5 thoughts on “Fog

    1. Oh, sweet Krishnapriya, your questions and comments always make me think so deeply, sometimes so differently about things. This piece is actually part of a longer poem, and I think fog was meant to mean material existence, or the world of sensory impressions. But reading it again through your question, fog might also mean how we perceive one another, ourselves. What do you think? Blessings and hugs to you!

      1. Yes, that feels so right — the fog of sensory impressions….really, they fool us sometimes and we take them to be the ultimate truth but they are the fog – beneath the light of sweet eternity – love and smiles! 🙂 Thank you. 🙂

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