The fog is thick this morning.
The window tint, a greenish-white haze as if the panes are frosted glass.
The tree across the yard has disappeared.
Inside, everything is just as obscured, fuzzy, insubstantial, missing its boundaries.
I’m walking around the house, glasses off, wondering where I’ve been all these years.
If I step outside and walk to the tree, I can reassure myself it’s still there.
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Originally published on Medium in October of 2021
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Natalie Wilkinson
Writing. Woven and Printed Textile Design. Architectural Drafting. Learning Japanese. Gardening. Two poems are featured in a new print anthology-POETICS: Grain available at Bainbridge Island Press.
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