Catechismic Mist

BC3: Why did God make us?

And in the fog eleven school kids wait
to catch their bus and cross the mystery
of rising tides and reach the other side
where sunshine is defined by market clouds
at dark. Their parents talk about red pines.
Their parents sight fine mists that thread through needles.
Their parents swear about slight water droplets
forming vapor in the air stream. Meanwhile
the fog keeps growing on the river, blotting
out the other side, becoming greatest.
Like Cassius Clay in Lewiston in May,
it knocks some children out with butterflies
or bees about their eyes much like a phantom
punch.

~Son Rivers 2005