The Fog

A very short poem about how a fog changes the way things appear

Pathways were no more clear, the destination blurry.
Faces moved past, unrecognizable.
People belonged to the world, yet not my world.
Closest friends, dissolved.
But voices. Voices rang clearer.
Whispers deafening.
And in that dense fog, I found it.
I found an intense sense of clarity.

I found my contact lens.