Winter Fog

WINTER FOG
Dark Moods

Ariegaw L.E. Garcia

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It rises from the bottom or maybe it descends from above sometimes you see

it come in from out there floating along the surface of the Bering Sea

a twist on deception in the noiseless freeze all I hear is the motion

of the water against the boat and the fog horn that shatters

the muffled effect of molecules packed tightly together

bone cold obscures my reason unable to control

the chattering of my teeth pulling the nets into

the boat I convulse the line slices into my

fingers icy rage is never planned it

just happens like this thick

winter fog that swallows

you alive leaving no

clues to which

way shore

lies