The Walkway
Through the fog
An Allegorical Poem
The fog is thick
along the walkway,
we can see
just far enough
to make our way,
past a quarter mile
we are blind.
Nothing is lurking
in the water
that we can see,
as we walk by,
carefully
watching, vigilant,
to our side.
A vehicle approaches,
two lights cut
through the fog;
we hope it
will notice us,
avoid us
in time.
Our vision
lost
in the mist,
veiling
all that exists,
it is the hour
for shelter.
The sun must
come, to
burn it off,
this shrouding
pass,
though it seems
to last forever.
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