your glasses fogged up when i touched you.
just my presence shocked you.
we looked at each other eye to eye..
you looked away first because you were amazed that a girl like me would like a guy like you.
you hand grasped firmly on mine when got stuck in a dimension that i never wanted to be in.
you were my saving grace. you cared for me. and i let you go.
the night sky was so dark i never actually realized that morning had come.
and you my love had faded away with the moon.
you and i are opposites and can never be together, for i am the sun- radiant and scattered-
while you are the moon- bold and collected.
our love will never be complete because when i touch you we both lose a part of ourselves; slowly decay.
just like how your glasses fogged up that one cold day.

I speak of heavy weather often.
Pouring rain here, thunder storms there.
But today I fell in love with fog.
A form of precipitation that softens.

It makes bright orange street lamps turn into light warm fires.
Takes the busyness of a road and shrinks its view,
to only whats in front of you.
And it is this, that focusing effect, that fills me with a desire.

Now, I ask the gods for soft weather.

As the day
slumps on

and the afternoon
sun

is at last
harpooned

and reeled
toward

the horizon,
I,

sitting in my cubicle,
feel

my neck begin
to

list windward,
like

a sinking
sailboat,

its sheets
torn,

naked mast
shuddering,

its heedless final heading
being

that white fog
bank

that rolls over
the

coastal range
to

my west out
the

third floor
window.

The fog
cranes

its neck
ever

so slightly
upward

to meet my
gaze,

like a timid
dog

just pulled
awake

after a short, fitful
nap.

Who Am I 2©

I sit on the park bench
Watching the world pass by

It feels like I have been here a while
I do not know where home is

Nor what my name is
Somewhere out there someone loves me, I think

Be it a spouse, a sibling, a child or grandchild
Yet I am not sure

So I wait,
For what I am not fully aware

Could it possibly be to take some medication
That will clear the fog away

Or possibly needed to save my life
Maybe…or maybe not

Someplace deep inside the recesses of my mind
I hear these words

“Stay where you are, we will find you”
And so I wait

Andreas Simic©