The fog

A groan that escapes

like a prisoner
a sullen

rhythm 

becomes 

a kinder, gentler

fallen

anthem.

Non-stop, beat 

like a 

wretched 

tattoo

"hai ma"

"hai ma"

every breath 

in an agony wreath

Medicines 

pave a path

dubious , 

the morn seems 

clear 

and oh-so 

dear 

Suddenly out of 

nowhere 

fog descends 

and all is unclear 

no path 

no road 

no landmark 

visible 

all is cloaked 

in foggy 

uncertainty 

again 

nature 

and its vagaries 

have thumbed their 

collective noses again 

at you 

and you 

and you 

for it has won 

again 

and you are lost 

oh-so lost 

in the fog