In a Fog

In a Fog

I haven’t the foggiest idea

Where I’m going

Or how to get there

I turn

And turn

And turn again

90

180 

360

And I can’t see anything

Beyond the edge of light

Past the ends

Of my crossed fingers

Hoping I’m pointed

In the right direction

But every once in awhile

The fog lifts

And I catch a clear glimpse of sky

I can see the sun

The stars

The moon

But most importantly

I see you

And I know 

Exactly where I’m heading

Words: ©2019LCR
Image: CCO