Driving
through the fog
this
morning.
Visibility
is
less than 100 feet
in
any direction.
I
can’t see where I’m going.
It’s
all just white
like
a blank canvas.
Shadows
grow into dark shapes
that
suggest
things
ahead:
trees,
houses, telephone poles.
But
I can’t really see
anything
until
I’m almost to it,
and
I never know
which
way
the
road will take me.
In
my rearview mirror
(which
isn’t much bigger
than
a photograph)
I
see those things
that
are behind me.
As
I get further
past,
details
become hazy
and
colors fade.
Soon,
there
are just phantoms
slipping
into the fog.
Looking
back
won’t
get me anywhere
but
in the ditch.
Since
I’m uncertain about
what’s
ahead,
I
slow up.
There’s
still a ways to go
so
I look around
and
think about
my
plans for the day.
As well
as I am able,
I
pass the time
that
is left
and
continue
through
the fog.
