FOG

FOG

The fog comes on little cat feet.

It sits looking over harbor and city

on silent haunches

and then

moves on.

~Carl Sandburg

Fog is one of the shorter poems that we've memorized in the past several months and I love it for its simplicity and clear picture. It strikes me that it captures perfectly the growing sense of disatisfaction and dis-ease that I have with the pillars of our society- government, education, religion. Fog infiltrates and makes it difficult to clearly see what is right in front of us- carnality, socialism, narcissism, greed, a lust for the hip at the expense of the just, entitlement, compromise.
I find it interesting that the media, enamored lover of the Obamas,’ has been actually commenting on the size and shape of campaign promises now that the election is over and their favorite won. Did the pre-election fog clear off? Will the love affair wan and grow bitter? I wonder at those who choose to make their lives public, are they strong enough to withstand both the adulation and the disparagement that will come with their public lives? Will they have the fortitude, friendships and faith required to withstand the ficklenss of a restless media that is always looking for the next conquest?
I received a non-complimentary Michelle O’ email, accompanied by bitter words regarding her quote, “The truth is, in order to get things like Universal Health Care and a revamped education system, then someone is going to have to give up a piece of the pie so that someone else can have more;” this in light of a $447 lunch receipt paid for by the future Mrs. Prez, enjoyed at the Waldorf Astoria.
Fog, looking over city and harbor, obscures the view.