Someday

Someday

I will have

                An excellent camera

                And time

                And a driver

For my foggy morning carpool drive

I will capture

In a field near home

                The domesticity

                Of a sandhill crane

                Family, pecking breakfast

Near a majestic bull reposing on a rise

Past the chaos

Stoplights and fast food

                The delicate strata

                Of country wire fences

                And rows of country trees

Interlaces with a wetland fog

Then the pristine peace

Of the soldiers’ cemetery

                Clean lines

                And pure planes

                Honor at rest

Silvered by fog, gilded by dawn

Through wild land

Park land, true swamp

                Blind fog now

                A shaft of light

                Paints a palm frond

We emerge at the school’s white gate

We motor slowly

Past flags of all nations

                Standing sentinel

                Limned by light

                Framed by fog

Craning my neck, I crave a camera

Someday, I vow

Someday I will

                Capture

                Encapsulate

                Perfect

These moments of aching morning beauty

Someday

When I have time

                And grown kids

                Money for a camera

                And no reason

To take a country road to school in a foggy dawn.