Fog Line
The fog has set
Over this expanse
Of sharp-green
Grass
Muting the hillside
Rolling into wherever.
Anywhere you haven’t
Been, you haven’t
Been anywhere.
You are a deer
On one side of the line
Paralyzed in this moment
The next, perhaps
Leaping to run
Into traffic
To save yourself,
To escape,
To die accidental–
To get free
You’re not quite sure.
What do you know about
Freedom?
That you sat on your bed
For an hour before you
Remembered that you’re
Free now, that you can
Move where you like eat with a fork stand under the stars
talk back run into the fog pet the dog sleep in try sex
feel fully get bad go back.
Are you free?
Althea Seloover, 2020