The Wabi-Sabi Writer

Fog horns

groans 

as the inky skies

fill with mist

and the day

with all her unmet obligations

languishes

in reluctant

torn silk

we seek

rest

in

brief

gauzy

pause

only to rouse

irritated

finding

regret 

breathing

our

air

the fog horn

moans

as the blue hour 

stretches forward

into foreglow

and the night

with all her unmet dreams

vanishes

in forgotten

silks

October 2026 Poetry Project

Day 6 of 31