The fog closes in
It surrounds me
It dampens my senses
It impairs my vision
But at the same time it enlivens me
I feel a tingle of excitement
I am transported to another time
To a distant shore
Into a story I once read
Where ships transverse dangerous waters
While lighthouses atop craggy rocks guide them
Back to a time of sea monsters and damsels in distress
A time of mystery and wonder
But then the fog begins to lift
And I must come back to earth
But just for one moment
Time stood still and the fantasy was real
Ann Christine Tabaka is better known by her middle name, Chris. She has been writing poems and rhymes since she was fourteen. She was an artist, a chemist, and a personal trainer. Her poems are in the Contemporary Group’s anthology “Dandelion in a Vase of Roses,” and the poetry journals “Whispers,” “The Society of Classical Poets,” “Indiana Voice Journal,” “Halcyon Days Magazine,” and “Scarlet Leaf Review.”
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