Foggy Morn

foggy harborI’m not sure where today is.  It was here before it became yesterday.  But this morning has yet to appear.  Oh I can hear it, and I can feel it.  I know it is there.  I just can’t see it.

I have only the sound of breakers rubbing up against the shore and splashing against the pilings.  I hear the mournful sound of the bell buoys, casting about, out there in the harbor somewhere, searching for something, anything.  The horn of the lighthouse, with the cadence of a metronome, bellows and beckons methodically,  forcing us to pay attention.

 Fishing boats rock restlessly, teasing the moorings that save them from the siren song of the sea, seducing them, calling them into the mist. Pleasure craft rock lazily at berth.  Seagulls, always noisy, scream at each other, navigating by sound.  The smell of the sea assaults my senses, assuring me that it is still near. 

Where are you?  Why do you avoid me?  It’s a game isn’t it?  One that you must love to play because you do it so frequently. It’s hide and seek and you are “it” and I must find you.  I search aimlessly, knowing that you will not be found until you are ready to reveal yourself.

I wait impatiently until, at last, I see the curtain begin to lift and the first rays of sun begin to skitter across the calm water.  The scene before me shakes off the grayness of the mist and the morning bursts into color.  Finally a new horizon appears, and I applaud its creation.  I have found today.

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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3 Responses to Foggy Morn

  1. laurie27wsmith says:

    Ahhh, that is so beautiful Bob. I have an affinity with the sea and you brought it back to me with feeling.
    Laurie.

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