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poetry

fog sound bank

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fog sound bank

in the plush pale grey of fog
our lashes go spangled
each footstep sounds
a loud crunch in
the small space of here

a grassbird call resounds
cliff to cliff and back
its volume startles

on the summit
sound pops from all quarters
(frogs we can’t see and don’t expect
utterly untroubled by liquid air)

a dassie slowly saws stems
and we register each chew
even so I can’t make out
a sunbird’s sips
now and then wind demands attention
ruffles our hair
and blows on our earlobes:
are you all here? now?

poetry

the fog lifts

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the fog lifts

after all these long grey lean years
the fog lifts
leaving a bluer sky
than I’ve ever known
and a rosy warmth
(the joy of being enough)
where all I expected
was the close damp chill
and confusion of mist
where you can’t see
your hand in front of your face
where you listen to faint echoes
to triangulate where you are
now there’s finally enough light
to read the map myself
step out with confidence
that the ground will hold
and I’ll see my way home
to all those loving hearts
that waited patient
while I felt my way
from one dead end to the next
in a maze not of my making
where a compass wouldn’t work