The fog reduces all to mystery.
It makes a sudden stranger of a tree,
the fences queer, and a familiar face
no longer understood or commonplace.
A bush becomes a warning of something
never before considered, and a ring
of questions forms around a shifting wall
through which you cannot see and cannot call.
It has discovered some weird other side
to what has always seemed plain, firm, and wide,
and warily, as though watched, the people go
through the unease of all they do not know.