Voices on the Wind Open Theme
The Fog by Doris Gwaltney Take off the too tight skirt the pinching shoes, the cumbersome sweater. Get comfortable. Mail the last of the thank you notes. Sing the concluding aria. Meet the deadline. Get comfortable. For just this once the sheets are off the bed. You can play covered wagon under the quilt your grandma made. You are so comfortable. For the water molecules have grown larger than your hips. The cooling air has arrived. The comfortable reflection, the commodious refraction. The fog has come.