Fog

 A small break from the "Celebrate Her" series, although I return to that mantra after this post!  For the past week, I woke up every morning to a blanket of fog outside.  Coming from Ugandan plains where fog is non-existent, this natural phenomena excites me!  However, I also see it in a paradoxal way.  Fog excites me because I rarely experience it.  On the flip side, fog causes me to think about the unknowns of life.  I contemplated that this morning, putting down my thoughts in a poem which I share with you in this post.

"Fog"

Fog covers the ground

Every object surrounds

Magician playing his act

Disappearances in no time flat

Scenes so familiar and dear

Now become unknown here

Life as one knows, gone

Confusion as fog's pawn

Now covers the world

Unasked for yet hurled

Its endless, cloudy skirts

From treetops down to dirt

Making all the world one

United in colorless dawn