The Path in the Fog for L & R, March 2002 by oosh Of course, it had to be a foggy day When they delivered the stones. Could we wait? No, we could not. At once it had to be laid out. Did I laugh more, or more curse? I cannot remember. I can only remember You laughing, laughing: No, not there, A little to the left. Yes, there. I wonder what a stranger's eye will see, When the hot sun burns off the mist; Will they see, as I must always see, That in that path each bend and curve is you? This is yours, the path you tread: When the fog comes down again, Arms outstretched, I'll follow it, Knowing I shall find you there.