It's Still Life

Crossing the Mississippi

I’ve never been to Missouri,
nor seen the Mississippi River. 
Fog swamping the carparks,
mist hanging light and low.

Shadows bend
      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.

Day 6: Miz Quickly’s “mis prefixes” and PA’s “a location title” shared with #APoemADay on Twitter   ©Misky 2021