Jennifer Lagier- A Poem

 

 

Clarity

 

A cypress impresses its scorched silhouette against

thin scrim of mist, drifting white clouds.

 

Pallid sunshine trickles through a ragged hole in late

summer sky; its wan reflection bleeds across distant waves.

 

At this hour, horizons are opaque, geography speculative,

landmarks, activities of the living, all concealed.

 

A lift of blue ridge could be nothing more than compounded

shadow, blurred mirage of a passing ship’s bow.

 

Certainty is delusional, a chancy gamble until

chill fog ascends, and unfettered light pours.