Hieroglyphics scroll through
the fog as if I am an Egyptologist
trained in reading ancient syllabic,
alphabetic and logographic etchings.
Suffice it to say, I am not schooled
in translating what is foreign to me,
any more than I can, by alchemy’s design,
transmute lead into gold.
I am left a bit bereft grasping for handholds,
or even a semblance of meaning.
What are you trying to tell me?
Perhaps glyphs in the fog is now the least
of what I need. At this byway, I may
even need a second-grade primer.
You know, something simple,
like “Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water”, or even
come this way, I will show you
what happens next. No complicated
symbology, just plain, simple
dialogue. That would be of
no small comfort.