Embracing
It's almost as if, all five hours of our brief drive up I-55,
The sky is alive with an eerie element,
Something other than mere sunshine or our excitement.
We finally detect visible wisps of a diaphanous essence
As we reach the car-and-truck clotted outskirts of the city,
See it rising, lifting, shimmering on the horizon,
Like...like moon ash
Swirling in a cosmic-blizzard parallax
Or dust from a construction-project site on Michigan Avenue.
It isn't until we've parked, checked in, at the Drake Hotel,
And are back out on the street, in our jogging shoes,
Crossing beneath Lakeshore Drive,
That we realize what that smoke-thick yellowish vapor is.
It's fog, shaping itself into existence, from frigid waters,
Racing, sinuously, through the multistoried forests,
Hiding the skyline's heated heights...
Fog that's embracing us embracing each other,
As, on our five-mile beach walk, we embrace Chicago.
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