Venice Prayer

Why do I crave the fog,
a softened city silhouette?
Wrap me like a Russian nesting doll
in layers of mist that soak and sink;
Immerse me in damp whispers
and blur my outline into thick emerald lagoon,
bright, crisp stars twinkling above.




First published in Bear Creek Haiku. June 2013. Print and online.
http://bearcreekhaiku.blogspot.com/2013/07/this-nations-birthday-sacred-texts.html