A Love Letter to Morning Fog

By Devin Howard

A hand clasps my own,

gently guiding me out of sleep and into consciousness.

In this space between day and night, there is a fog, a drunkenness, a peace.

This fog has embraced me throughout the night, its weight pinning me in place.

It is clarity. An addictive, meditative state It is beautiful. I want to remain there.

But I cannot. The fog dissipates, and the day before me takes shape.

My anxieties reveal themselves, no longer hidden by the haze.

In time, I know I will be guided back into the fog, into sleep once more.

For now, I must face the soberness of day.