a wall of fog sweeps ‘cross the bay
swallowing boats in its usual way.
from my window’s height well up the hill
i watch as from bay to city it spills.
it covers each block and flows through each street
swirls up to my roost, stops just ‘neath my feet.
serene and mysterious to my senses it seems,
blocking all from sight it starts a daydream;
the city is gone and everything is brand new.
though i know it just seems so and is not really true,
quiet i’ll sit here for some while more
and enjoy foggy dreams that let me ignore
the city beneath with its grit and its grime;
the desperation and sorrow, unemployment and crime.
fog by its nature fades too fast, as i know,
and nothing’s actually altered in the city below.
but there’s at least one true change that i find
renewed determination in my own heart and mind,
and fresh courage to face the work to be done.
with morn comes hope at the dawn of the sun,
that things in my city truly altered may be.
helped by the change that’s been started in me.
the year creeps by one day at a time
all blurred together without reason or rhyme.
it’s easy to allow life to pass as a dream,
floating along like a leaf on a stream.
weeks, even months, can go on like this
really quite empty though we may call it bliss.
each day in our city folks are hurt and despairing
struggling with a world they feel is uncaring.
we fear and avoid the crude and the rough
(a bit of charity at christmas and we’ve done enough)
carefully we strive to keep them unseen,
we create our own fog with a comfortable routine.
after all we have already given our share,
we pay all those taxes for government welfare.
each year we start happy new year’s day
and make special vows that we’ll all change our ways.
pledges too often we know we won’t keep
if we can be honest in our hearts, down deep.
should resolutions be made like this you ask “why?!”,
however weak, i say “YES!” for we must always try.
if the hurts in this world have a chance to be healed
it will come as we each with our own fog deal.
as i watched fog out my window on belllingham bay and thought of my life and my city and changes to be made