Tag Archives: limited vision

AND THE MIST THINS A LITTLE…

At fifty minutes past eight,

The guard could see the gate…

Formerly hid

By a fog lid,

This fog does obfuscate!

He was hoping no delivery

Came through the water droplet sea…

Fouling his mission

That limited vision,

Of what the camera’s wide iris could see.

No fog horn had blown,

The guard was on his own…

without audience

It didn’t make sense,

Simulating a fog horn’s moan!

–Jonathan Caswell

TWELVE-MONTH GOALS?

TWELVE-MONTH GOALS?

My wife hit me with a zinger,
A zinger the other day…
I’ve yet to get a finger
On what I could possibly say.

She wants me to think twelve months ahead,
To goals that we might achieve
When I barely think a week ahead…
She wants me to act my belief.

Not sure what she wants to hear from me,
Or what she expects to hear…
Does she want me to go along with her plans
Can I think of something she’d endear?

—Jonathan Caswell