This is all I have for you today. May your soul live each day in peace.
-Erie
The Comfort of Fog
I wish the morning fog, whose cotton hands
cling to trees & clothe every bush, would stay
all day and through this night.
I wish she would keep her cloak close
around me, ghost each window
as I walk about my home…
She softens all the edges, rounds
off the fence posts, silvers
the skin of leaves.
Beyond her arms, on the other side
of her pillowed body, the world
calls for my help.
This morning mist swallows
words in her
sighs.
Let me hide here
in her a little
longer,
grow stronger
in the comfort
of fog.
-Erie Chapman



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