Late Afternoon Mist Descends On Yzerfontein - For Lielie Poem by Charl JF Cilliers

Like a blur of words a thick mist covers
the usually sharp-edged images of the town.

Stragglers with their catches hover
in the harbour mouth, strewn

like autumn leaves blown
across water. Some tossed

off course by mist, in the north-west wind
are for the moment lost.

As I am, watching from my window
on the world. I, too, cannot hear

Dassen’s horn muffled in mist-filled air,
even though it is so near

and normally a clear
and present warning.

Outside the heart’s harbour poems hover
waiting for the warm mist-lifting morning.