The Moya View

Tag: fog

  • Expulsion

    Expulsion

    I wrote Expulsion after realizing how exile can happen inside the body itself—how being torn from one’s own ground feels both violent and necessary. The poem’s theme is rupture as transformation: the moment when pain becomes the only proof of change.

  • Living With the Fog

    Living With the Fog

    The fog covers the bridge all around.Above the day blurs night. Belowships prowl slowand uneasy lines.Thosedriving or walking throughwill remember the cry of the sky,the sobs of those tiny sirensbelow warning away,warning away,those who come too close to touching themin this blindness-long after the light has returned and their soulshave safely reached the other side.…