Sometimes, the fog swallows the mountain up here and one can see next to nothing and it is very hard to drive due to zero visibility. But you are using the fog metaphorically here as well. Nicely done, Jane. You meant to write "its" in the fifth verse. Love and best wishes to you,
I absolutely hate it when I cannot find the north star. I especially love your line, "I wander unable to cipher." Sort of the story of my life. -- Jeff Mason
Life is full of pitfalls that put us in a fog of confusion, indecision, fear or other something blocking our progress… Until we see the light! Hallelujah!
I guess all the other commenters are in a fog. ;-) Driving one time 970 miles from Boulder Colorado to Wisconsin, I started seeing ghost animals on the road in the fog and had to pull over and sleep on a picnic table till morning. But you read that in my autobiography.
My dad was a trucker, and one time when I was a kid and riding along with him, we got caught in a pea soup thick fog that seemed to roll in out of nowhere. Stuck en route, my dad had me standing on the front bumper, and telling him where the road was so he could keep going. I don't remember how long I out there, but eventually we drove out of the fog, and I climbed back in the cab no worse for the wear. Have a parent try that today!
Creepy poetry this morning . . . The fog is a nine-line bitch when it gets this bad. Unsettling to say the least. Poeish poem the early morning. Loved it.
Hi Jane, I know this is likely fictional but it is a reality faced by sailors everyday...I was in the ocean ina relatively small boat once, a 21 footer with only an outboard motor, had plenty of fuel andn my compass worked, but had no fog horn, nor anyway to know if there were other boats around...we had been fishing and we almost ran into an American nuclear sub that surfaced not far from us...never know whats out in that fog...-e-
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Thank you for sharing,and continued success.
Barbara J. Henry
Regis
Amazing that the North Star is stunning and a blessing when
seen through the fog! Look for it in the eve when I'm out
and about!
Lady Mary Ann
I guess all the other commenters are in a fog. ;-) Driving one time 970 miles from Boulder Colorado to Wisconsin, I started seeing ghost animals on the road in the fog and had to pull over and sleep on a picnic table till morning. But you read that in my autobiography.
Ron
Michael D.