fog on lake

awakened from my slumber

i arise

stirred from my unrest

by painful images

rudely, i unzip

emerge from my cocoon

into a cloud

thick with my unknowing

for i can see no farther

than these few feet of time

forced to take

a closer look

at water’s edge, i see

life

teem within my grasp

as i burrow in the comfort of the closeness

the moon

reflects her light

and reassures me with her presence

and i know

that though i often cast my shadow upon her

she is always there

as is the beauty

of that not-so-distant-shore

that will reappear for me

when sun rises on this darkness

to lift the fog

from my horizon

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