So shrill were the shrieks that I heard.
Were they birds? So final the hulls
Banging piers in the harbor. So far away
Everything seemed in the fog which
Had rolled in at sunset and stayed until
Morning. I shivered. I'd only brought
Clothes for the heat, and I grieved for
What I'd planned to say I was past.
The mist lifted late. There was sun
On the bay. Still, I remained in a fog.