Into the Fog

Into the fog


Into the fog I go, in search
of a quiet moment, a silent embrace
in the friction of our days away from each other.

I yearn for the time we can sit at the water's edge
in the peaceful pre-dawn, our hands touching
for just a few sweet minutes without hurry.

But for now, we must settle for park benches
in our minds, and still waters in our souls. 
I'll bet we can create a little fog if we try.

Quiet moments need no setting,
only the willingness to imagine.



SWPoet