Wanderer
above the Sea of Fog by
Caspar David Friedrich
Wanderer
above the Sea of Fog
Looking
like a nightmare passage:
a drowning,
or
perhaps he’ll
plummet headlong
from a rock-face.
Should
there be a wreckage washed up on those rocks?
Seeing too much, too clearly can make one blind;
I
almost see the cogs
turning inside his skull,
like a mathematician’s,
give
me, every time, the person who can work it out,
who sees the other pathways in his head.
