The Fog Also Rises

Daily Photo

The Nikon Naiad’s Song

When morning light throws golden nets

Across the splash of Humboldt fog

Fishing for creatures of the night,

They scatter —

Slipping into caverns of shadow

Till the sun sails off to lay its lures in other waters.

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But I, like Neptune’s errant wife,

Hair still streaming from the shower,

Break head above the rolling ridges

Breathing air again— at last.

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Then surfing the sunlit swells, tripod in hand,

I cast the invisible line of my lens

For a silver fraction of an hour,

Carting home a supply of soul

To sustain me till darkness flees again

Before the sun—-

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Which throwing out its morning lines across the sky,

Keeps me from drowning

Beneath the days.