The Show

Contemporary art poem

Fog is my favorite
It imposes itself
On the morning
Takes over
Without force
No vote
No coup
No violent takeover
No threats
Or bribes
It just moves in

Unignorable

I can see in front of me
But the distance is shrouded
In a cloud
Faint and fuzzy
Like God hasn’t decided
Exactly what to do with me
Yet
Which calamities and coincidences
To send my way
Which version of today
To let unfold
I can see behind me
But not too far
Like memories that are
Better left forgotten
I think
Of driving up the foggy coast to Big Sur
To visit my stepbrother
He was the first person I met
Who watched the sun set as an activity
He’d say
“I’ll meet you at the turnout
The one by the library
At 5:30
For the show”

It’s up there
The sun
I know it
But I can’t see it
This syrupy mist is playing hide and seek
And then it’s gone
Burns away in minutes