It’s All Right ~ Philip Brent
Waiting in a rental car parking lot
Wondering what does it mean
Jets roar loudly over your head
Contrails to places unseen
But still it is here that you wait
Looking up and out to the west
Fog crashes slowly over the hills
A misty wave at its crest
Inexorably it falls, runs in
Fog tide, high and full
Submerging you and the world
You wonder then
Where you wandered
Unsure where you’ve gone
Or even where you are now
Until the fog ebbs, flows out
And you see
Bright sunlight return
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