State Prison Fog Day

Morning Fog’s Hide and Seek

Image by skeeze by Pixabay

Dense fog over the Bay:
Other cars on the bridge
Look gray, light and dark.
Can’t see, can’t see
Water below or shores or
San Quentin State Prison.
Oh, those thousands of guys
On lockdown with sandwiches:
State prison fog day.
Do they get mail that day?
Probably can’t call out.
Bet they wish they could call for pizza
Or run around the yard with a dog —
Invisible, under the fallen cloud.
San Quentin fog dreams.

Rev. Aikya Param drove in the fog one November 2019 day from Oakland to Novato, CA for the Bay Area Independent Publishers Meeting. The first few lines of this poem arose as she drove past the then invisible San Quentin State Prison.

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Aikya Param is a licensed minister, a visual artist, and writer.

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