Crossing the Mississippi
I’ve never been to Missouri,
nor seen the Mississippi River.
Fog swamping the carparks,
mist hanging light and low.
in a gnomish squat.
Light goes missing
in a fog like that.
A friend texts me a photo of that
river every time she crosses it.
It’s not the same. It’s like licking
a photo of an ice cream cone.
Is it possible to miss something
that you’ve never seen? One day,
I’ll cross the Mississippi, and
I’ll send a photo to my friend.