Friday, November 22, 2002

The Fog Comes In

It's foggy out there tonight, and the kids are all gone for Thanksgiving break. Made me think of a poem I wrote a few months ago.


from On The Mountain

After five years on the mountain
All of us have forgotten the way
The fog comes in off the Connecticut River,
Rolling back like the tide while we sleep.

Outside we stand submerged
Up to our necks, look out across
The white ground at eye level,
Watch the camper sink and rise.

Imagine the students smothering
In their half-buried dormitories
Like ruins, their second stories
Cut off mid-window, their pillows
Floating like clouds on the clouds.

posted by boyhowdy | 12:13 AM |

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