Gray Fog
by Sara Teasdale
A fog drifts in, the heavy laden
Cold white ghost of the sea—
One by one the hills go out,
The road and the pepper-tree.
I watch the fog float in at the window
With the whole world gone blind,
Everything, even my longing, drowses,
Even the thoughts in my mind.
I put my head on my hands before me,
There is nothing left to be done or said,
There is nothing to hope for, I am tired,
And heavy as the dead.
Oregon was sunny and warm today. But not on the coast. We were fogged in all day. So it was a quiet day at home. We did do our walks in the morning. Here are some pics of what I see every day walking into town. Tidal Raves is, of course, empty at 7:00 am. Pete’s Dispensary (marijuana) was a gas station when we first started coming here. Then it was a quite delicious BBQ joint. Then it was empty. And now it sells legal drugs. World Mark’s Resort at Whale Pointe is the complex right next to our condo complex – it is a timeshare place. Wing Wa is an “Asian American Taphouse” – we’ve never been. They feature karaoke entertainment. Ugh. The Pirate Coffee Company doesn’t open until 9 AM and the owner is grouchy. (The web site says they open at 8:00 AM – they do not.) We don’t go there.
Pictures of fog are boring, so I won’t post any. Into haiku?
Lovely poetry, gloomy though it is! This small town tour of your daily walk is honky tonk construction and coast beautiful, wrapped up in one! Wishing you sunshine for tomorrow, but lazy, fogged-in reading days can be cool too, just not everyday!👍🏻
Lovely, but dreary, poetry. I always loved when the fog fairies came rolling in at the coast. Spooky.
Another interesting walk-about.