Ashore and Off Shore
Half awake, not yet dawn, I hear
the low moan of the mournful
groan of the fog horn. Seven seconds on,
seven seconds off, the horn warns
sailors and lets us ashore know of
The pleasing scent of the fog permeates,
the dawn light exposes
a world without shadows,
a landscape of soft color outlines.
Deadened sounds of nature and
of human actions add to the fog's
mystique creating a rare, strange stillness.
Slowly the fog breaks up, the bright colors,
the clear sounds and far vistas return.
For a while a curious domain showed itself,
now the other reality is back.