Fog
By Monica A. Hand (’97,’98,’01)

Fog veils the roadway the old people speak of
When you are born with the sack still over your eyes,
it is believed you will have the ability to see what is hidden
This notion, that behind the scrim is something that should be seen,
if the light comes from the opposite direction.
So you shine your head lights into the fog, continue down the road,
to the other side where the old people wait, looking for your vision.

Copyright © Monica A. Hand . All right reserved. Used by permission of the author

Monica A. Hand is a poet and aspiring book artist. She is the author of Seven Seasons of Separation and Loss of Seven Seasons Lost(7 Hands Press, 2002), a limited-edition, hand-made book of haiku. Monica has received individual artist fellowships from the Maryland State and Montgomery County Arts Council. She is founder and director of Poetry Slam Academy, an in-school, after school and Saturday program for middle-school and high school youth interested in writing and performing poetry. She lives in Silver Spring, Maryland, with her two teenage children and works full-time for the U.S. Postal Service as a Public Relations representative.

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