Poetic catharsis


Leaving work tonight, surrounded by fog emanating from the snow left on the ground, I stopped in my tracks, mesmerized by the enchanting and very quiet world around me. It was like I had entered an alternative universe silently covered by visible vapors very, very slowly crawling along the surface of the earth, engulfing the bases of trees and buildings and cars. And (once again) I was struck at how stunningly simple, observant, and magical (almost haiku-like) Sandburg’s poem (memorized when a child) really is. It is intensely sublime having poetic catharsis in the fog.

The fog comes
on little cat feet.

It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.


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