Thick Fog, Lake Michigan

Good morning, Dear Ones. Today I told a friend that my favorite weather here along Lake Michigan is a thick fog that completely obscures the city skyline, and even touches the houses just across the path. Later, I was casting around for a poem idea and I wrote this draft. I hope you are enjoying it in a warm and cozy place.

The mornings when the fog obscures the skyline,

when its thin fingers stroke my cheek as I walk along the lakefront path,

when even the shape of the houses seems to shift and blur as I look at them --

These are my favorite mornings.

I could be anywhere.

Standing at the edge of an unnamed big water,

waiting for the mist to part, revealing:

a bright city skyline

a green mountain range

the mournful face of the forgotten beast of Lake Michigan.

Water droplets cling to my eyelashes,

shattering my side vision into diamond kaleidoscope.

I ready myself.

I make of myself a welcome

to the hidden thing behind a gray-curtained morning.