2.2.2023 – left our eyes untouched

left our eyes untouched
but took our sight silently
song from our throats

Adapted from The Fog by E. J. Pratt (1882-1964) as it appeared in Collected Poems of E. J. Pratt (1944).

It stole in on us like a foot-pad,
Somewhere out of the sea and air,
Heavy with rifling Polaris
And the Seven Stars.

It left our eyes untouched,
But took our sight,
And then,
Silently,
It drew the song from our throats,
And the supple bend from our ash-blades;

For the bandit,
With occult fingering,
Had tangled up
The four threads of the compass,
And fouled the snarl around our dory.

Three Photos from about the same spot