So fellow travelers, as the weekend of the Bedlam Farm Open House draws closer I find myself waking in the early hours of morning with random anxious thoughts about not making the trip.  It’s rooted in past experiences ( as all anxiety is)  which I wrote about last year ( https://dhrahalski86.com/2013/09/08/all-good-things-vol-1/ )   The poem appeared out of the haze of an all too early awakening.

City in the Mist

It appears

it seems on a whim

the faintest of outlines

on a distant shore

visible

yet unattainable

with no way to make passage

all boats sank long ago.

Unlike the poem, I have  faith I will reach my destination.

Photo note:  The image was taken on the shore on Onondaga Lake . I did some editing to bring out the city outline, trying to keep it just on the threshold of visible.