Penetrating mist, fog, haze – similar
to untangling from sheer gray netting.
A black dog emerged, the fog – Cerberus.
Some mornings, I’m in a daze, slightly fazed.
Is life merely a phase we all go through?
Blue Jay stays, praise the ways the song always
infiltrating mental mazes, phrases
[supplementing my thoughts]
Inspiration is a blaze which reminds…
And I gaze at the red flower.
Sometimes the secret lays in plain view.