Haibun: The Fog Lifts
Even a thick fog will lift eventually. When it is all around and there is nothing left to see but fog, there’s a permanence to it, an unmovableness to the wall of sight all around. I know for me, I feel I have to move out of it to escape it because it isn’t going anyplace. But when it clears and our surroundings return in detail, it is just a memory only if called on, otherwise forgotten for what now occupies the mind.
In time, what is now reality, what is consuming us, will eventually be forgotten. So be serious about the coronavirus, wash your hands as much as possible, social distance, and stay home. But hold this all with an open hand, for in time, we as a species will be back to worrying about small and trivial things like before.
maroon fog on snow,
from red walls below... “Bryce glow”
spring faintly says hello
In time, what is now reality, what is consuming us, will eventually be forgotten. So be serious about the coronavirus, wash your hands as much as possible, social distance, and stay home. But hold this all with an open hand, for in time, we as a species will be back to worrying about small and trivial things like before.
maroon fog on snow,
from red walls below... “Bryce glow”
spring faintly says hello
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| & Haiku: Bryce |
