Whispers In The Fog
The world dissolves in the silken gray,
Where time and tide both slip away.
A fishing boat glides, slow and still,
Its journey unknown, its purpose will.
The water mirrors the misty skies,
A fleeting bird in silence flies.
The dock, a sentinel worn with years,
Holds the weight of countless tears.
The fog enfolds with a gentle shroud,
Softening edges, silencing the loud.
Secrets linger in the air,
Whispers hidden everywhere.
In solitude, a beauty grows,
A peace that only stillness knows.
Beyond the mist lies the great unknown,
But here, for now, you’re not alone.
Whispers in the Fog came from a quiet morning when I took this photo at the harbor in Port Angeles. The stillness of the scene completely pulled me in—the fishing boat gliding silently through the mist, the weathered dock holding steady, and the soft reflections on the water. It felt so calm yet filled with mystery.
It got me thinking about moments like this, where the fog seems to soften everything, wrapping the world in a kind of peaceful pause. That feeling stuck with me, and I tried to bring it to life in the poem. It’s about finding the quiet magic in the unknown and appreciating the stillness these moments offer.
