the fog rolled in
when I turned my head
seeing nothing
local worries
of blindness
before all the books are read
sultry comfort
the vapour parted

if I knew he was coming
he would have
felt like a friend


Make a wish at daybreak

split the sky

The fog lifts from the top of the corn
just ready to be picked
the long damp fingers reaching out to the roads
the moist touch of morning
coating the car as we pass
headlights like cat’s eyes
peering through the vapor

Glancing to the low places
my mind is glittered with thoughts
of fairies dancing in the foam
concocting their schemes
their wings dotted with the
facets of diamonds
in the face of a rising sun

My thoughts must stay on the road
but my own fairy sits on the dashboard
her tutu puffed out and glistening
spinning pirouettes
across the dash and fluttering
hovering near the auxiliary lights

Such riches as we continue on
a knife through butter
splitting the air
taking with us the fairy dust
like sugar on tea cakes
our wishes like those of children
as we begin our day

Fog samba



Take me on
with the jingle jangle of my ankles
wearing my bangles as we dance
through the gray Jell-O nights
sucking down
lazy Sunday lattés
in a Laffy Taffy hammock
Every worn dream
being replaced, by
shiny new ocean-view vistas
and you
keeping me closer
paint on walls

you are a stranger now
not overlooking my own
we walk about
barely knowing one another
(despite matching scars
like ties and shoes)

the fog lifts
and I see your face
but if you open up
to your very depths
in the sunshine
I just might get at
the heart of you

The fog came across
the hamburger joints and parking lots
and covered our path-
Kicking at clouds
we talked about what we wanted
in 1989. As we walked I said
how I feel no confidence
some days, and he said
‘time will give you confidence,’
But what if my time is short