Early one morning

The fog surrounds me

A hazy veil

Like a cool cloth laying over the hard ground

The air is soft and wet

The fog blurs the normal scenery

If the fog can hide what is there

How do we know it still is there?

Do we assume it has not moved?

Perhaps we move gently through the fog

Letting it caress our skin

Perhaps we feel for those objects

Which should be there

Or maybe

Fog tells us something more

Maybe it tells us to quit trying to look so far ahead

Because we can miss what is right in front of us

Perhaps it’s telling us to focus on what we can see

What we can do

Maybe fog is the worlds way of telling us

Hey, slow down

I think fog scares people

Because they cannot see what lies far ahead

But they forget if they move forward

Carefully, slowly

And focus on what’s in front of them

Then they will find what is far ahead

Still there, waiting the whole time

What is meant to be there for us

Will be there

Even if we focus on our now

Focus on our present

And focus on what the fog lets us see