Fog

                                Barely Fog.

 Florida Marsh.

When I was six, we lived in an ugly, green house that sat tightly attached to Highway 441. A Jiffy store later took its place and still marks the spot as a convenience store under a different name. I remember one morning going outside because someone must have told me to do so, and I remember the hushed blanket of fog that smothered everything. The road was so close to our carport that you could stand under the carport and on the road at the same time-almost, but the fog was such a density that we could hear the cars passing by just feet away from us but could not see them. I'm not sure why I remember that, but fog has always intrigued me. Years later, young and married, we lived in Savannah, Georgia for awhile. Nikky and I loved the marsh, not the marsh bugs, but the marsh. It smelled like sweet shrimp and turned shades of green and even black as the seasons transpired. Along with the marsh came the swamp. The swamp was a dominant scene on country roads, and when swamp and fog combined, it was not unlike a scary movie, something I would sneak to the neighbors to watch as a child and then tremble in bed at night for doing so, unable to sleep. Things stick, even when you leave them because years later after we had moved back to Florida from Savannah, I wrote this poem.

Fog, fat with moisture,                                                                                                                      

layers swirling gauze on top

of the marsh,

all the while swamped

with a persistent globe of opposition.

A radiant orb

of heat and light

cuts through the veil

like pinking shears,

efficiently diminishing the gray cloth,

replacing it with patterned, silky rays  

of light and warmth.   

From the Gospel of Thomas verse 83:
Jesus said:  The images are revealed to people.The light within them is hidden in the image of the Father's light. He will be revealed. His image is hidden in his light.                                                          

I chose this verse because it's a little "foggy" to me.
Peace.
Love, Linda