Living With the Fog

The fog 
covers the bridge 
all around.
Above 
the day blurs night. 
Below
ships prowl slow
and uneasy lines.
Those
driving or walking 
through
will remember 
the cry 
of the sky,
the sobs of 
those tiny sirens
below 
warning away,
warning away,
those who 
come too close 
to touching them
in this blindness-
long 
after the light 
has  returned 
and 
their souls
have safely 
reached the 
other side.

Seeing a photo of a bridge in fog and reimagining the famous poem about fog by Carl Sandburg.

Fog

The fog comes 
on little cat feet. 

It sits looking 
over harbor and city 
on silent haunches 
and then moves on.



Image credit: Magda Chudzik.