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 clam awash in pounding surf

on a wild and pristine beach

turning into bony jaws and frothy milk,

irritations into pearly teeth --

on to a mercedes with a roaring motor

we've quieted down, opening its hood.

                       Joneve McCormick