Fog

The fog lingers.
Shrouding the light.
Delaying the dawn.
Thwarting illumination.
Visibility impeded.
I can’t see what’s ahead.
My little light and my companion,
My only guides.
And my knowing…
She is here.
Somewhere…
All my senses activated,
With all my senses constrained.
Limitless because of my limits.
Letting go,
As I am already suspended in doubt.
In disbelief.
In the glow of the moon.
I barely saw her there behind me.
But her cosmic radiance guides me too.
She is sure and steady.
Quietly powerful
As she silently manifests the pull of the tides.