Tidal Fog

Fog hangs.
A sliver of lights
winks and shines
above the surface of the river.

The tide comes in.
The mist grows,
sinks to the river and rises
creeping over the marsh.
The city disappears.

Swallowed by fog,
my world ends--
at the bottom
of the street.

And later
presents itself
like a magician's trick.

Photo is mine.