A Aworld Away
By its very nature it is romantic and inspired. It sends out a message to snuggle ever closer. Thinkers are blessed by the lack of distraction, and dreamers are, now and then, prolific with its abundance.
Its arrival is a security blanket for poets-an inspiration for their moods. We are those that let it do our running from the humdrum of the ordinary. No other force in nature is so powerful, so all-encompassing, so awe inspiring, and so kind. Unwanted forces can only penetrate the veil fleetingly, then disappear from sight and sound.
The appearance is unstoppable and, for us dreamers and poets, most welcome. Dreams are real if only for the moment. Difference disappears, as does sameness. A million tiny get-a-ways are yours for the seeking; minute worlds populated by one or two.
I cherish these moments of arrival for it covers the real world and seems to balance nature. When its task is done it departs slowly, cautiously. It is gone, but it lets you know it will return and diminish your problems once again.
Hurry back, fog...hurry back.
19 Nov 1990
Copyright © John Fox | Year Posted 2016
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