FOG

Quietly!  At first in patches, floating swiftly       towards  shore

The fog, all powerful, gathers without warning—engulfing, obliterating

A white-out, void of time and space

All things disoriented, unable to see, 
          rendered helpless

…But then, Fog sits quietly, embracing  me, wet 
           and sweet

Coating the shore with silent resolve

                        A perfect lover, understanding and soft

It echoes the cries of sounds within its gentle 
          embrace,

                         And then, detaching itself, moves  on.