The Unfolding Of Your Life.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

the fog lives here
like a hen nesting on its eggs.

zero visibility they call it,
and both of you stop to wait
for the clearance.

trees begin to appear and the
house on the top of the hill
shows the secret of this tryst.

the fog slowly creeps out from
where it slept, and life begins
to unfold like a bud turning into

this flower, like a cocoon that
splits itself open for the wings
of the monarch butterfly.