NaPoWriMo 2015: day 17



Fog, Three Ways (a poeming)

I. The Cloudiness of Self

you wake up without warning too early and the day looms ahead and the afternoon and the night, another night of trying to sleep, oh this insomnia, trying to sleep, trying to and then there's caffeine and a bath and the birds singing through the air and you keep your gaze soft, all the better to see this fog, and the water soothes until it chills and you add more water because yes, that's much better, lying in hot water as the bathroom mirror fogs up and clears up the fog within and you're grateful and tired and hopeful and even melancholy because this fog is just like home, just like california, and yes, you miss it still 



II. The Disappearing Road, Inverness, circa 199

we 
drove 
so slowly
through 
the thick
fog
like a knife
cutting through brie,
the fog lights on,
barely helpful 
as we inched
towards the beach
and i don't remember 
why we never turned
back, those hours 
we took, carefully, so carefully 
traveling together
towards what
unknown end,
only the road 
directly under 
us known 
as we 
drove.
yes,
us




III. The Mystery of 

.....
youandmeandus
.....
meandthisworldandusall
....
andeverythingthatiswasandeverwillbe
....
youyouyouyouyouyoubeautifulyou
....
mememememememememebeautifulme
....
remyremyremyremyremyremythemostbeautiful
....
theapexofourbeautytogether
....
memory
....
e V e r y t H I n g 
....
love
....
nonotloveloveistheonlynonmystery
....
noloveisthegreatestmystery
....
loveiseverything
....
themysteryof
....