MIST

I woke up late because of the clouds
and your side of the bed was empty.
No note on the kitchen table
just an empty wine bottle on its side;
a remnant of last night.

I walked out into the mist
but you'd taken the rowboat.
You had left the island.

It was too dark and too quiet.
I couldn't tell if it had already rained
or if that was still to come.

I walked down to the water and sat on the dock
listening to the waves lap the pier,
waiting for the rain
or the sun.

~~ listener
1975