Out of the Fog

I woke up this morning in a fog,

The watery mist hiding the landscape

In its heavy shroud.

Every pathway obscured,

Every anticipation silenced by the oppressive cloud.

Then, the silence and obscurity awakened in me,

A finger of hope.

Reaching out through the blank canvas,

Painting vivid pictures of a world not seen.

No more thought of what is,

But what could be.

Pathways winding through the hopeful forest of my imagination,

This fog now quiets the clamor of noise

That distracts my mind.

Awakening beautiful thoughts

To emerge from their sleepy depths,

Into the peaceful silence of the misty fog.