_refugee_'s beautifully written post here has been rubbing its back upon the window-panes of my imagination. Thus, I propose that anyone feeling so inclined write their own poems of fog and mist. Particularly, perhaps, about the fog that prevents us from seeing one another clearly: the fog within and without that keeps me from getting close to you.


  Put your hands together
  Breath in through your nose
  Out through your mouth
  Close your eyes
  Now, tell me what you see
  Is it clear, can you see the sky
  Or is the fog sitting on your chest again
  Are you winded
  I said, "in through the nose"
  Why aren't your hands together
  Where is your mouth

posted by lil: 1684 days ago