The fog rolled in, heavy and damp
It blanketed the city in its mist
It was the thick, pea soup kind
Where was the hand in front of your face?
Then the booms echoed, and the mist lit up
As the rain poured down
I wondered all day when
I would see the buildings across the street
Now all it quiet
The fog has lifted and rolled away
I see the lights on Columbus and Lake Shore Drive
And the itty-bitty red lights dotting Balboa
I revel in the wee hours
When all is dark and silent
There is a clarity in the darkness
Where I can think
And dream

© 2009 by Shawna R. B. Atteberry