A FOGGY MORNING

I was close enough

to the man I encountered

early in the morning

when a thick fog

almost deterred my walking —

close enough to

see and hear  him say,  with a smile:
“I’m in a fog”.

 

I spent the rest of that journey

wondering about my foggy mind–

my mind that lacks the clarity

I would hope to  have

most of the time,  but fail to.
The years have awarded me

a little bit of wisdom

but the  clarity I had

has been diminished.

 

I write (in part)

to help my mind stay clear —

of foggy thinking.

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