Only fertile lands would have fog,
Would have enough moisture to create it
-But clouds crawl in the desert, too
(As if adding insult to injury:
A vaporized desire for rain)
No trees to scrub them
And thick fog settles down
Unsettling.
How do you walk
In sand.
And fog?
Feet sluggishly progress through dunes,
Eyes make out muted forms,
Nothing at full capacity but the ears
(And fear if you let it.)
Deserts sounds echo thoughts.
Maybe it is needed:
A landscape handicap
To enhance the senses that are needed.
I'm listening.
