Foggy Road
As I creep along this winding road
My fog lights on
My vision impaired
The fog wraps itself around me
Like the cool silk sheets
Of a fancy hotel.
Leaning forward against the steering wheel
Straining my eyes against the mist
I struggle to stay on the road.
The wipers sway back and forth
Keeping rhythm with my pounding heart.
I creep along this winding road
Slowly heading west
Hoping to stay on the road
Until the fog clears and
I can continue my journey
At my own leisurely pace.
Roy W. Backes
© 2017
Roy W. Backes - Poetry 