In mind, invisible Fog shovelers scrape A path clear and pile Divisible mist on Either side, allowing Me, defined as here. I am following behind This, and upon that Path, decide to go And pursue order. What lies past its Borders, I don't know.
Now I understand why fog seems thicker just out of my reach. Even if I move the fog is barely distant. Those little guys with the shovels are efficient.
Now I understand why fog seems thicker just out of my reach. Even if I move the fog is barely distant. Those little guys with the shovels are efficient.
ReplyDeleteLovely. It is a beautiful and peaceful photo and a delightful meditation.
ReplyDeleteI do love your poetry, Geo .
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