Fog

needing to believe

It arrived this morning.
Fog so thick, so heavy,
You could not see
Beyond your reach.

The world had become
So small,
So isolated,
So dangerous.

I thought of lighthouses,
Imagined voices calling
Ship to ship
Afraid of colliding.

Standing at the ocean’s edge,
I wished that I
Could hear and be heard
Across the divide.

I wanted to call out,
To lift a lantern,
To say:

“I am so…