Fog & Thought

“FOG AND THOUGHT”
Your west side piers call to me
With fog and thought from time to time…
And so to, the cobblestone, that shod
Avenues at night, when they’re mine…

Your dirty harbors much more shallow
Than I would like to have thought
With tight torso and drunken grin, had promised
Much more than what was tossed from the buildings and bus stops…

I’ve grown to inward drifting
Like fog and thought; you go through me…
I stand grey upon the ocean front
Surrounded by one-ways, and over priced coffee…
A tall fierce building, seen from ships afar…
Seen clearly, after the fog and thought, forgive and thus depart…

I had drempt myself countless times, with
Countless novels, my only companion in a row boat out at sea…
The knowledge that the world would still spin
With, and with little doubt, without me…

And I’d sail directionless through the fog and thought
Never a destination, never one regret
And my plan has worked perfectly
Without flaw, and without gain, except…

Now older, I seem to recall, I was not in the row boat,
The view was not from within…
I had never once saw the ocean, just the boy alone,
Drifting…
I was on shore. I was watching him.
And he I would soon find,
In many I have met
And still I’d be on the shore, trying to be kind…

And so I will stand firm
One thousand stories high…
Unmoved by fog and thought
Coming in from the seaside…
It’s just another day, and by noon
The sun will shine,
Clear blue skies, and water,
All just to be mine…

And to play, I will write it out,
But clearly, I have seen (yet again),
Your piers never made me a poetJust a boy who has strange dreams…