A low ceiling of fog settles

on the wet grass, keeping clear

of the woods and not quite shrouding

the corn and bean fields that crabwalk

across these grounds.

It’s a good fog if you’re a fish—

a meaty species who hovers

near the cloudy pond bottom

in hopes of a sunnier morsel losing

its way—

—near the wooden pier,

which I would have painted

some other gloss than red

if I hadn’t also covered the barn

the color of kissable lips.

I am here, hidden among horses,

triangle ears twitching anxious

at the howl of something, eyes

gazing at the dark of it—

the raspberry and cinnamon of life.

And since there aren’t any stars

or torches or lightning bugs

I look through a break in the fog

to Andromeda, to the sea, to Rachel—

her smile her laugh her sex—

oh lost love, let me taste you.

Barrett Warner is the author of Why Is It So Hard to Kill You? (Somondoco, 2016) and My Friend Ken Harvey (Publishing Genius, 2014). Known as a woodsy type, he frequents the South Edisto River in search of detached cypress ‘feet’ and listening for a tell-tale splash. Visit his website at https://barrettwarner.com/ and follow him on social media https://twitter.com/_BarrettWarner Instagram: @_BarrettWarner