The mist had remained all day.
Curious for April this should be so.
At dawn the garden had appeared
as an undersea world
blue-tinged though
swimming in Palma Gray.
Later the town hall clock
would all but disappear from view.

My heart is so heavy he thought
despite my resolve my good intentions
How will I lift myself above this cold mist
into the sunlight I know lies so near
in the blue sky above?

At the end of the long day
so tired he could barely speak
her name on the telephone
as she bright with good fortune
caressed the ether with her words
her present laughter and her beauty
hidden by distance yet visible
in his memory’s last sight of her
hair on the pillow asleep
as he placed the glass
by her bed and crept
down the steep stairs