Wizard Island, Crater Lake National Park

Do you see it? There, in the distance just
before the bend? Lie, if you must!
Land ho! Beyond the mist!
Neither can I. Off-balance
and squinting, I look askance
at fog. It’s not there, is it, in the distance?
It’s my fault for always looking aftwards, to
an indelible space which I cannot hew
even if I wanted, too.
Yes. It’s there
in the past, consigned – a tare –
while I aboutface and confront future’s glare.


Posted for Writing 201 (Poetry) day 5 prompt: Fog.
P.S. “…wanted, too.” is on purpose. 🙂

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