The Nourishment of Fog

author's note:

As a boy, walking to school some mornings, I would indeed chase fog--as told in the poem below.

Truth be known, in my adulthood, I also chase.


THE NOURISHMENT OF FOG

I've had a frustrating relationship
with fog--

when I try
to enter its cloud...
what was here--just a moment ago--
disappears
only to reappear
over there

but then when I run
over there...
those dense fibers vanish again--

magically returning
to the space where I began.

However...

when I finally admit defeat
and stop to collect my breath
I feel those wet wisps rasping
through my hungry lungs...

From this burn
I know I've imbibed
my nemesis--

I know
my sunny furnace
eats that vaporous dun dust--

I am nourishing myself
on what would seem to be illusion.

© 2011, Michael R. Patton
searching for the new mythology