A haze so thick it obscures your view

Is going to fall before your eyes


You still don’t know that

Nor does she


But her paintings whisper

Of this upcoming event


Are your eyes and your understanding keen enough

To shut your windows and bar your door

Before the fog comes in

And drowns your mind in its thick milkiness?


No, they aren’t

And you welcome the cloud of haze wide-armed

Mistaking it for the purifying storm you’ve been waiting for so long



Like the wintry fog that settles down for days on the plain

Taking away all the colors from the landscape

Your emotions are grayed and your imagination obscured

And you are blind before this apathy that deadens your heart