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Bicycling in Heavy Morning Fog Bicycling in heavy morning fog, the far bank of the river hovers, a featureless grey form above an inverted form lacking just the same features, all seen through a patchy veil of white mist. Condensation coats the surface of my glasses, contributing only another layer of obfuscation to the ambiguous structure of haze around me. I do not stop to wipe the lenses and restore my sight for there is nothing here, which when seen with unimpeded vision will yield additional meaning. I could propose that bicycling in heavy morning fog is a metaphor for wandering directionless through life, except there is no metaphor, only the reality of this cloud enveloping me, through which not even the invisible geese honking on the water will betray their secret notion: "Not knowing where to go is when I rejoice most." |
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Bicycling In Heavy Morning Fog David Keffer Knoxville, TN August 30, 2013 poem with photograph mp3 file of the author reading the poem: djk_bicyclinginheavymorningfog_050914.mp3 |