Haiku for the fog

on Feb 08 in Life, San Francisco by

2 AM awake
Awake, asleep, and awake
Foghorn on the Bay

sunmoon.jpg

There’s no sky today in San Francisco, just fog. Outside, buses and dogs and flowers are memory-distant.

I’ve never heard the Bay foghorn from my bed. I happened to wake at the right time.

My dad was raised on Lake Michigan, in a town of car-ferries and shipping. He is a connoisseur of foghorns, from the old BE-OH to the new less macho (but further-carrying) OOOOP. I woke up happy. His sounds of home have become my sounds of home.

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  • Library Trustee says:
    February 20, 2008 at 3:47 pm

    I am babysitting two small grandchildren and read the final line as
    “Foghorn on the baby” and it seems the perfect way to describe the night calls.