The Tower looms,
dark and mysterious,
behind a curtain of fog.
I know it is there –
or at least, it was yesterday –
but all I can see is an outline in the white.
Sometimes, not even that.

Most days, the Tower is ever-present,
the first thing your eye is drawn to
and the last you see as you turn away.
Bold, yellow-green-grey columns
reaching up
into the bright blue sky.
But today, it hides from us.

When it does peek out,
it is different somehow.
Blue-black, dark, abstract.
The columns,
so beautifully defined in the sun,
are hidden.
Maybe tomorrow, the Tower will return.

About this poem

This poem was first published on my creative website in 2017. At the time, I was living and working at Bears Lodge (Devils Tower National Monument).