Do you ever wake up in the night or are unable to fall asleep because some collection of thoughts won't quit? Well it happens to me. My solution is to get out of bed, write those thoughts down, and go to sleep and leave them to be dealt with another time. Mostly they are about work, but occasionally they are not. Last night, in bed, and this collection of thoughts would not let me sleep. So I jotted them down and went to bed. I typed them up tonight, organized them a bit, and AHA! I'm now an author of my first poem. Enjoy...
The Fog
A fog descends over me this day, a most exhilarating of sensations
Emphasizing the limited viewpoint and demanding intense focus on what presents
Focus on the precious little detail of the environment around me
Fog obscures my reality, diminishing my principal tool sight
Forced to feel my way through the dense stillness
Biding time for the sun to set free my senses and illuminate the path
A fog descends over me this night, a tranquility and calmness
My ship does not sail amidst the persistence in the harbor
The moon portrays an unwilling ally, accentuating shadows of uncertainty
Unable to free the ship from its mooring
Useless to resist I must embrace the rare instant in a harried life
The peace of a cool mist settling atop a sail to be unfurled at daybreak
This companion fog masking where my path may lead
The mountaineer remains tethered able to progress despite the headlong storm
Or do these tethers of security feel like shackles binding me
Binding me to uncertainty, what brings this path yet to be
My person, my spirit meandering towards an uncertain destination
Another stride on the journey with my one true and loyal companion
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