Stationed in East Anglia,
   I remember layered fog,
     fog so thick one couldn't
     see past the hood's end,

but, given a slight rise, 
   one could see all the way
   down the runway -- as if
   it was a cloudless full moon eve.

As one might expect of an airbase,
   (having been built around a flat runway)
   there wasn't much topography.

But sometimes life is like that:
   a tiny rise in perspective 
   allows one to see the world clearly,
 
but a minor dip puts one in a
   soup of unfathomability.