Friday, January 16, 2015

Fog Shovelers

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.


  1. 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.

  2. Lovely. It is a beautiful and peaceful photo and a delightful meditation.