Laurie and I often shared poems we wrote. Many have never been seen. They are currently only published here on Sunday Morning Blogger. This is one of mine. I am a wildlife photographer and this poem was written after spending a morning waiting for the thick fog to clear so I could see what was waiting for me.
I admit I love it,
wrapped in damp senses—
precepts to live by
a humbling favored situation
in this humid atmosphere
where the light is filtered
and the surface is adorned
with tiny droplets of moisture,
in a few hours, the details will be clear
reminding me I should have been
more alert to its presence
pointing the way for a lost and alone
soul walking into the moment blind,
the exposure is to blame
causing me to lose my bearings—
I was surrounded by infinite opportunities.