Sea Mist

From my bench tonight I can see nothing. A sea mist rolled in with an unexpected speed and enveloped all before it…and we are all blinded….. and we rack our brains to remember what we saw out to sea and where and when…just in case…….But there are sounds… of canoeists calling for light and sound…. and the dip of the paddle as sups make their way to shore… Of trawlers sounding horns to guide in small yachts caught out further….and our cars are turned to the sea with full beams on in hope.. they’ll see us…and be guided in. And local men stroll slowly by looking nonchalant and unperturbed….but we can see the bleepers on their belts and we know they will crab their way towards the pier…to be casually first should the call come in….. We all wait……… until we know only the trawlers with radar, sonar and radios remain…and we can come home…. And the mist is a canvas with time to think.. to remember our past and paint whatever future our mood will allow… to promise ourselves to be on the South Beach on Saturday when the raft race will be run to raise much needed funds for the men who casually wander by…