What’s in a name? Why is my blog called what it is? I figured that seeing as I have chosen a line of poetry as my blog title, my first post should be a quick word about why those particular words spoke to me. For those who don’t know (and I didn’t until I googled ‘cat-in-fog’ one morning) these words are the opening line of an ‘American style haiku’ by Carl Sandburg.
“The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbour and city
on silent haunches
then moves on.”
I found that simple image so apt whilst I was thinking about depression as an isolating force. I have often described to my friends that I had ‘foggy head’ that day. Or that the colour of my mind that week had been a dark, brooding grey. I feel that my depression comes and goes in severity, so that I have the usual good days and bad days, but then there are the totally impossible days. Those are the days where the fog has crept in, often silently padding like a cat returned from hunting. Then curling up on my face, inadvertently smothering me. This fog works as a barrier sometimes, pushing me away from seeing the world clearly. Leaving me to watch silently (on silent haunches) and then move on, because I am unable to engage with what’s happening around me. However, I feel that the fog also hides us/me too, preventing those who love and care for us from realising what is really going on.
So this is, in a way, a warning. Depression frequently comes to us gradually, on little cat feet. It sits and watches and blankets us in silence, then moves on, until next time.
What do you think? Do you relate to this poem? Let me know!