A fog rolled in today; I thought of you
now lost in fog. When everything fell out,
broke down, or died, you were there.
You said you’d never go, and I believed.
You did stay true, but once again the fog
rolled in and stole your life before it cleared.
Bright heat and clarity exposed new paths.
Through deserts bleak and broken woods, I trod.
I stopped to work, to help, then fled again.
This time the sea’s diving gulls called out
to me beseeching me to delve the fogs that swirl
within, as well as out. I summoned strength
and shipped my disbelief on autumn’s tide.
I know that strangers linger in the mist,
that purpose changes as the seasons do,
that softness hardens through the longer light,
that ice breaks ships as well as wounded hearts.
I stand, a lonely palm upon the beach.
I will provide relief to those in need.
© Gay Reiser Cannon * All Rights Reserved * 3.27.14
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