A Strange Fog

On Friday night I saw
a strange fog
rising out of the snow
like steam
'round my work.
I saw,
that particular Friday
gravity in reverse,
the world upside down.
For thirty miles
I drove home in it,
a thin veneer at first
rising around me.
I was covered
I was
reached at
and held onto.
When my wife and I
went out to dinner
we were surrounded.
The sky
was thick like a down comforter.
We were covered,
with no visibility,
she yelling at passerby
speeding 70 miles per hour,
"they'll get themselves killed"
I think to myself.