Brighter Poetics

The sun hides behind the clouds

I have not seen a fog so thick in years

Though I can see clearly in front of me

I wonder if my brain still resides behind my ears

I yell to my family that dinner will be ready soon

Baked chicken and sautéed veggies covered in melted provolone

Just as I am ready to set the table

I realize that I never turned the oven on

Relaxing on my sofa, I see that nothing good is on the tube

Maybe now I can finish the novel that I started on last week

But as I make my way down the hall and open my bedroom door

I have absolutely no idea of what it was that I intended  to seek

I know full well that my brain still exists

It still resides exactly where it was yesterday

Hopefully tomorrow will be somewhat clearer

As I walk through the fog that is changing my life’s way

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