
Fata Morgana
published in The Blue Nib Literary Magazine, December 2018
I am lost on the Lake
deliberately at sea
tossing about in moody waves
raging in storms of fictive selves
struggling for a
critical angle
ebbing in the middle of my life
suffering from erratic life sources
changes in speed and direction
not steadfast
vanishing occasionally
absconding on the horizon haze
a fata morgana
my light passing
obliquely through
the illusions of
blazing beginnings
and conjured endings
casting about and reeling in
before I come
to naught
dispersed and scattered
unable to gauge
apparent height
remembrances so heartrendingly raw
my breath catches
I choke on
my small eternity
an infinitesimal blip
on a temporary horizon
in the presence of so much
unproven promise
an untamable energy
unconcerned with time
remembering delivers me
while the island on those far shores
evaporates
my forgetting
dismisses me
moments disintegrate
their traces lost
taking everything
in the end.
* Inspired by West Sister, an island in Lake Erie, that can be seen from the shore occasionally because of the refraction of light
published in The Blue Nib Literary Magazine, December 2018
I am lost on the Lake
deliberately at sea
tossing about in moody waves
raging in storms of fictive selves
struggling for a
critical angle
ebbing in the middle of my life
suffering from erratic life sources
changes in speed and direction
not steadfast
vanishing occasionally
absconding on the horizon haze
a fata morgana
my light passing
obliquely through
the illusions of
blazing beginnings
and conjured endings
casting about and reeling in
before I come
to naught
dispersed and scattered
unable to gauge
apparent height
remembrances so heartrendingly raw
my breath catches
I choke on
my small eternity
an infinitesimal blip
on a temporary horizon
in the presence of so much
unproven promise
an untamable energy
unconcerned with time
remembering delivers me
while the island on those far shores
evaporates
my forgetting
dismisses me
moments disintegrate
their traces lost
taking everything
in the end.
* Inspired by West Sister, an island in Lake Erie, that can be seen from the shore occasionally because of the refraction of light