Fog
the sun drops his knee on fog
a diurnal genuflection that
explains the lack of clarity in the prayer’s thought
when god prays to himself
using the fog’s opaque cushion
we know god is a child
who pretends to pray
because in the midst of his holy make-believe childhood
he is a beautiful version of daffodil twirling in dew
Credit
Copyright © 2016 by Vi Khi Nao. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on January 8, 2016, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“I wrote this poem on a blue Royal typewriter as a train was lumbering its way through a light fog. For an entire year, I wondered why god kept appearing in my writing.”
—Vi Khi Nao
Author
Vi Khi Nao
Vi Khi Nao is the author of Sheep Machine (Black Sun Lit, 2018).
Date Published
01/08/2016