Last Night

It was fog, fog: endless vagueness before the eyes vagueness: heavy bodiless fluid. The grays had swallowed the wave of all living colors the passerby was a faded tree, in the darkness of the road. At home, though, the pot of food on the stove simmered quietly and the geranium opened its red buds. It was fog under the fog a tree with its roots was coming forward toward the bright warm colors ...