FROM THE OCEAN CAME THE FOG

From the ocean came the fog
That deleted all I'd seen.
I had seen a giant bear
And I had seen a little frog
That was bringing love to her,
From the castle where he had been.

She was sitting on a chair
that was rocking but not rolling.
She was waiting for her love.
But instead there came a dove.
It was stained and was unfair.
It was ugly and full of air.

From the mountains came the fire
That revealed what I'd ignored.
It entirely ate the woods
Where the bear had taken shelter.
But he was caught in shiny wire,
That was blazing red with heat.

From the vault up there came thunders,
And then followed also rocks
That fell rolling, and then bounced.
And made lowlands, like the Flanders,
Which then split in many blocks
Just as it had been announced.

(Pasadena, 22 March 2017)