Friday, January 18, 2008

Pause

I am tired -
and the fog floats above the street softly.
A sporadic breeze disturbs the settled snow,
exhaust trails my car like a tail.

I step outside -
and the cold night air greets me gently.
The fog calms my scattered thoughts,
I pause in the center of life.

2 comments:

St. Upid said...

sometimes i wish the fog of war applied in real life.

Brian said...

I wonder if that would allow us to maintain a child like innocence, or simply amplify our perversions?