My sister sends me a panoramic photo of water, and I ask Is it cold there – because the shoreline is lily white, and the mountains are, too. And she says, it’s salt not ice. So I type, The mountains, that’s snow, right? And she doesn’t answer that one, so I ask where are you, and she sends another photo of the Morton Salt factory, which doesn’t answer my question, so I look at the meta info on her photo, and it says Great Salt Lakes, and I scratch my head, not that it itches, and I send another sms, why are you at the Great Salt Lakes, and she replies with a photo of a bison eating grass. I swear, my sister occupies a totally alternate universe.
There’s white in the water
And white falling on mountains
Brightening the shadows
These poems/prose are draft versions, written in participation of Miz Quickly’s prompts and Writers’ Digest (Poetic Asides) November poem-a-day challenge. The aim: to produce a chapbook for submission. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting on Twitter