Fog creeps in -
The bay and
the inner islands
disappear; some
slowly, some
swiftly.I am alone.
Perched high
on a granite
boulder, perched
high over the
bay, I watch
the world go
away.Sounds so soft,
sounds like velvet,
a lone voice,
the chug of a
boat, come
haunting.The fog enfolds
me. It caresses
and comfots
and sloughs off
my cares.I love the fog.