Dream of Fog

III

DREAM OF FOG

That thick grayness
rising in front of me
like a wall
impenetrable.

The sea’s behind it
but I don’t see it.
I can only hear its roar.

(Dreamed of it twice tonight
and in the second dream
three brown dunes
preceded it.)

I’m full of fear
and in the sand,
as the darkness approaches,
I call your name.