Like Morning Fog Over a Lake (Written June 29)

Like Morning Fog Over a Lake

 

My mind is a foggy blur,

Unable to see what lies

In front of me, the fear,

 

The faces, unable to remember

What day it is, or what year.

I’m swamped with words

 

None of which I can shape

Into any sort of pattern. Birds

Chatter and call back and forth

 

In voices louder all the time,

And angrier. From out of the north

A cold wind gathers, to break

 

This spell of hot weather,

And like morning fog over a lake,

My mind begins to clear

 

To reveal hidden shapes

And images. To be able to hear

The words again, and see

 

What they mean, is to be given

A lifeline, that saves not just me,

But everyone I meet.

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