There
An hour or so
Every day
On the bench
By the shore
On the edge of the fog
I wonder why
But I think I know
That bridge has been enough trouble
For us
No
For me
Maybe just for me
Even before the fog
An hour or so
Every day
On the bench
By the shore
On the edge of the fog
I wonder why
But I think I know
That bridge has been enough trouble
For us
No
For me
Maybe just for me
Even before the fog
Still, there is the blue sky
And the sun
I bask in its warmth
Smell the grass
Breathe the fragrant air
I remind myself
Fog is ephemeral
And there is always this high ground
Above the fog
Even if I can only reach it
By closing my eyes
And remembering this moment
Forward progress
Intermittent
Passing
Ill-advised
Leaves submerged
Under tangled reflections
On a night lit fantastic
All I need
Is to open my eyes
Remembering
That by “eyes”
I mean heart
Diffuse, airborne and flowing like a boisterous tide
She swallows the bridge whole