© 2009 Kevin Gillam

thoughts of fog

her thoughts were of fog as the
day seeped through her. thoughts of fog as
she watched the lights in the street

shed their stained truth. her thoughts were
of fog as the hushed creeds and
what ifs bruised and banked and swarmed
and made the room ripe with rain

and angst. thoughts of fog, furred notes
from which one tune spawned, four chords
thrummed. her thoughts were of fog as the
hours smirred 'round her. thoughts of fog,
her touch numbed, but the hymn raw

and there. thoughts of the day and
hymn, of the box with its cross