“… but who /
………….. drinks / from a mirage”
……………………………………. —poet, Sonia Bueno
Hard to Say
but we do:
vital hallucinations on driving a coast road
new day blinding sea calm sequined motion
stiletto horizon running its blade south north
.. far
. ……………………………………………. far off
……………………. we
swing through bends
on asphalt swells
top down
and suddenly or soon (hard to say)
we’re in breeze-driven mist
in a trough between two hills
…………………………………… …. wherein unsure
we eventually capitulate to inevitability
and at once or with time (hard to say)
substance morphs into
…………………………………. mirage
……………………
Jim Culleny
5/15/18