By Cody Q.
The hands reach for
the disk of light
The little disk is hidden by fog
Up up up they reach
But fall short
The fog thickens
The disk punches
through the fog
It is escaping
Up up up they reach
Hidden by fog
The disk knows it shall escape
The hands reach higher
The fog thickens
The disk pokes a hole in the fog
Up up up the hands reach
Faster the disk rises to escape
The fog dissipates
The trees reach for the sun
Yearning to know its secrets
The fog thickens
The hands reach up up up
For the disk of knowledge, light, beauty.
Poem inspired by picture, “Willows in the Fog”
