Fog

What is it about being in a fog,
that is so comforting

Is it the mysterious nature,
the black and white surrealness

Is it the chance to lack clarity,
to not know what is ahead
to not care what is present
or behind you

Is it the cool, non-heated nature
of misty, foggy freshness
hitting your face

Is it the brain cells you killed
in your last stupor

Fog is familiar,
fog surrounds
fog comes when it is needed

Fog,
my friend.

m.