Fingers of fog slipped
stealthily down the mountain
sniffing each treetop
before moving on,
obscuring everything
as it slid downhill.
News and views to inform or amuse
Fingers of fog slipped
stealthily down the mountain
sniffing each treetop
before moving on,
obscuring everything
as it slid downhill.
Stillness and reflection
thick enough to feel
permeable to entry
shrouding what lies ahead
like a portal to the future.
Will we recognize it
when we see it?
Memorial Day
unmasks the real you, not a
reflected version.
Fog of war perhaps
obscures what you let us see.
It does not hide all.
Like a gliding goose,
the teleprompter’s words just
show us the surface
Midnight tweets reveal
Your inner thought and wishes
Underneath the words.