Dreaming Through Fog

all my life the fog has followed me
creeping steadily, wistfully 
from the corner of my eye I could see
with my back turned I could sense it near

all my life I had wished, and prayed,
and dreamed,
for the fog to clear
for the outlines to crispen 
for the edges to unblur

please, I said
what I want is clarity
and a rest from vigilance
and to know the texture of the faces, walls, and floor

in my dream one night I lost the energy
to be weary, watchful and alert
I stood still
and did not watch for it