Fog is . . .
A cloud that hides the world from our eyes
Beyond the drizzle of a hazy disguise.
But in our minds, outside the mist
We see life’s surroundings and trials,
Gates unlocked or windows barred,
These things the cloud cannot hide.
So we walk through the veil—
Come harsh or scary,
Mysterious or chancy,
Buoyant or lovely.
Willful to see the world beyond the cloud,
Merely the drizzle of a hazy disguise.
— © 2012 Dianne Marie Andre