Katerina Katsiri


in the fog

we make new worlds

hiding ones we think we know

Metaphors in motion

Some say we create our worlds

from memories made long ago

like the one of a clam and its surf

on a wild and pristine beach

becoming bony jaws and frothy milk,

irritations overcome turning into pearly teeth,

on to a mercedes with a roaring motor

we've quieted down, opening its hood …

and catch ourselves in our dramas.

                       Joneve McCormick