and the fog drifts in
slowly, silently
and the foghorn sounds
are muffled
and the ships of night
lose their shape
in the shadows
and the dreams
are dreams of loss and sorrow
and nothing of light
seems destined for the morrow
and the ships
that cannot embrace the night
drift blind and windless
as the fog
Vilma Olsvary Ginzberg ~ 8-11-2020