FOG

Driving slowly through a predawn void
road's center line all that I can see
all senses are fully employed
to not crash into an unseen tree

Come daylight I am at my goal
as the fog begins to swirl
like water on a rocky shoal
I watch each tiny droplet twirl

It's still impossible to focus
eyes strain to ferret out detail
of objects in my present locus
along a barely seen game trail

Trees and shrubs loom like dim ghosts
they appear and vanish with each stride
my world extends ten feet at most
who knows what this fog may hide

Now this mist takes on a glare
and turns to a brilliant white
the days sun is shining somewhere
farther objects slowly come in sight

At last the cloak begins to lift
revealing lowly grass and weeds
like a horizontal cloud rift
as on the fog the sunshine feeds

The sun now finally breaks through
last wisps and tendrils fade from sight
disappearing into the sky's blue
conquered by the late mornings light