V. Ulea

  

V. Ulea (Vera Zubarev) is a bilingual writer, a scholar, and a film director. She has published books of poetry, prose, and literary criticism by Greenwood Press, Southern Illinois University Press, Livingston Press, Pano Verlog, and many others. Her recent collection of poems Lunar Rhapsody was published by Multicultural Books (2007).   Her book "About Angels: A Tretease" has won a Top Book award at the international book fair, Green Wave (2004). He poems and short stories have appeared in the Literary Review, RE:AL, Princeton Arts Review, The Bitter Oleander, and many other journals and magazines in the US and Europe. Her cycle of poems, Letter from Another Planet, has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.

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In the Fog

1

Foggy day spills the milky matter
On streets and driveways that suffer a loss
Of entities. Wandering in the galactic filament,
Divinities accidentally land on earth.
You’re almost intangible, you are next to
The formless mystery spinning forms
From the vaporous yarn with invisible axis
Around which all rotates and turns.
All fates and prophecies are washed out.
All questions are pointless, all answers are blocked.
And you… You are shapeless,
You are a cloud,
A part of the mystery,
The brain of the fog…

2

Eating certainty before your sight,
The fog transfigures earthly geometry,
And breaks all links, cuts objects from light,
And light – from it sources, divine and planetary.
The cosmic order melts away fast.
Scraps of the matter hover at random.
It’s only your mind that resists the mess,
But not seeing the body, it feels like a phantom.
Watching the vagueness growing ahead,
You ponder over its host.
Is he ingenious? Is he mad?
The fog is growing, and the answer to that
Lies in whether you’re found or lost.