Praise the fog that bathes the earth,
balm for blistered land,
drink for redwoods,
relief for all who labor.
From a distance you look like eiderdown.
Close up you are but wisp and gauze,
yet you sweeten each breath
a sun-wearied creature draws.
After a Heat Wave
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Mary Camille Thomas
Mary Camille Thomas is a native of Santa Cruz, California who considers herself lucky to have returned after living internationally and on the road. She is a librarian by profession, and her poetry has appeared in The Moving Force Journal, Porter Gulch Review, and Sisters Singing. She is currently working on a novel called What Lies Buried and a collection of poems of the spirit. View all posts by Mary Camille Thomas
The Kingdom of Enough 
Ahhh… Thanks so much Mary! I love this and I feel so nourished by your words!
Lea Haratani
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Thank you, Lea! Isn’t it great living in a naturally air-conditioned town?
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Love how this rings sooo true right now!
Fog IS our friend (and the redwoods’ too!)
Thank you for paying tribute to an oft overlooked blessing.
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Beautiful! With the threat of fire always on my mind during these recent summers, the fog that returns after a heat wave always feels like a tender kiss from God. Thank you Mary!
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What a beautiful way to put it! I completely agree.
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