Winter Fog
Billions of tiny cold water drops
are having their day.
They commit a collective crime
and hijack our world.
With whitewash of emptiness.
With suspense of white terror.
It's not a horror movie.
It's a documentary happening now.
To search for light, I make my own tunnel
that closes behind me instantly.
I search for the bright sun or tomorrow,
whichever can save the day.
But with both, I'll have
a bright tomorrow.
I had a bright sun yesterday,
but I took it for granted.
I have never lived in tomorrow,
but I have always lived for tomorrow.
The fog is densifying.
My vision is so blurred.
I can't even find today.
How can I find tomorrow?
【七律】冬霧
隔山隔水幾千重，山水依然冷霧中。
滿眼羽紗都蓋頂，一川煙靄盡出籠。
沉浮溢滿人間路，混沌充盈天下空。
人往人來明日外，往來世界自迷蒙。
(© Feb. 25, 2024, godog)
