Fogbound

 Last night the fog was frozen.

The park lamps made a swarm 

of strobe lights. A stroke

of good fortune to be alive

and outside. If I had more time

-- in January, in general -- I would find 

the connections in this image

to a cat's electric coat

or Matsuo Basho

or dancing in Wales 

but for now it feels like enough 

to say it was new and real

and worth leaving my cell for.