Creative Writing
Transcendental poem
The fog looms, white in the air
Water is liberated from its constraints, low and high
It drifts, and gathers, and occludes
Fog, the inverse of nothing
Diffusing the sun’s piercing rays
Everything is brightened
All is equal in this fog.
The all-encompassing radiance
is shared, and welcomed.
A blackbird flits through the cloud
Is it enjoying? Or just living?
Are the two mutual?
A wisp snaps
and floats away.
May you bring joy elsewhere, wisp.
The fog is oblivious, uncaring
about its nature.
Why should it be? It’s only fog.
The fog is thinning now
In a few hours it will leave, to another hill or another world
But its impression will remain
That one long moment, full of white.