Softening the edges of the story.
Bringing mystery to the land and sea.
Once here, now gone.
Silently experienced, the long cool stare.
Deeply and longingly.
Given up, but with despair.
On foggy mornings.
A subtle change in the air.
Charged with possibilities.
Floating, drifting, inspiring.
We see ourselves in a different light.
Harshness gone, souls bared.
On foggy evenings.
Return the 40’s of Bogart and Bacall.
Trench-coats and lamp-lit corners.
Stolen kisses and seductive sighs.
Dreams to passions to words.
Takes us to another time and space.
A brief, fleeting journey.
Until the next embrace.
Of voluminous vapours and veiled visions.
The intrigue ours alone, not shared.
At times and perhaps, at best.
Yet to be captured.
An enigma to remain.
‘The Fog’ – poem: Geraldine H. Hartman © 2008
‘Fog at Steveston Harbour’ -photo: Klaas F. © 2008