This morning
right at daylight
I was walking in the fog.
The sort of fog that soaks your hair
that makes it seem you’re walking
through a glass of fat-free milk.
Reality,
as far as you can tell.
For in the fog
everything is different
not the way it is
in sunlight
or
in the dark
lit with stars
under the simpering moon.
Everything is different
walking in the fog.
The sunrise happens
then it disappears.
Light the color of fat-free milk
spills up across the sky.
The sun reappears,
like a brilliant aspirin tablet,
swallowed by the fog.