Foggy Night

FOGGY NIGHT © The white orb, saturated with tidal flows, peers through the veil. A ghost ship slips up the fog laden channel. Night gulls. sing with strident cries fog seeps in, the tide rolls out, day is gone, the night creeps on. Trees, dressed in ebony, drift by. Water glistens, gold and wet. Edges blurred night is soft and tender, damp seeps into cloth, hair, bone. Tents of light spread over the foggy landing. Hunters of the sea know not day nor night, fishers all, white feathers stark against the darkest shadows. Palm trees, silhouetted in ochre gauze, black brushes hard with paint. Pilings sway, their waists cinched with rope. Matronly sentinels, the craft finds the woody bosom. Trisha Sugarek Butterflies and Bullets