by Kevin T McEneaney
Gray fog-blanket surrounding house, garden
Wonder if fog has seeped into my brain
My own history appears lost in fog
Difficult to recall my whole childhood
Hard to recall what food I ate last month
There’s fog in the history books I read
There’s fog in my third-grade biography
There’s a great deal of fog in politics
I don’t think there’s fog in mathematics
Science attempts to dispense with fog
Romantics once thought fog was dreamy
Some think kissing a deceptive fog
I enjoy fog in a shower, steam-room
Walking in fog by seashore is ideal
