I had to think of Carl Sandburg when the fog came creeping into the Comox estuary a couple of days ago.
THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
First it came padding in from the ocean and filled the bay.
Then it reached out little wisps to test how far it wanted to continue.
Fortunately, like Sandburg’s cat, it didn’t stay too long.