The Fog

It was in the fog of bliss
that you first kissed me.
Expired putting greens and rolling fairways
created a hidden oasis.
Fog rolled in, invisible, until we looked up and sight was obscured.
I laughed and you pulled me in closer
and closer.
and closer
until we kissed.
My breath fled and I felt like
the fog could lift me, taking me back to their sky.

It was in the fog of oblivion
that you lastly broke my heart.
Uncertainty and anger
mixed with a feeling of dreams, nightmares, really.
I cried, disbelief leaking out and you made excuse
upon excuse
upon excuse
until I left.
My breath fled and I felt like
the fog would be my constant companion.

It was in the fog of early morning
that I was aware of searching for clarity.
Scanning the horizon for any change in color.
My body aching for light through the darkness
through the clouds obscuring my right
my left
my all around.

And then,

the fog held specks of glitter.
Not constant. Not complete.
Just little hints as my headlights flashed.
The glitter turned into a wave kissed with pink
and then into entire clouds of cotton candy.
The dark was receding and the light was winning the battle.

It was in the fog of a full life
that I stopped for awareness.
Realizing the beauty of my life.
The history, the current, the yet to come.
Cherishing the fog for the mystical quality of hidden magnification.

December 22, 2019