fog

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