Quiet fog (a poem)

Another day of slim pickings—I got to writing too late in the day…

The quiet blankets the area like a fog
thick and heavy, hard to navigate
Inside, all my thoughts echo back
in strangely muted tones

Lamplight in the corner
pretends to bear witness
but fails to illuminate
much of anything

So I listen to the muted echoes of my thoughts
writing down what little I can make sense of
as another day winds down
and a distant voice penetrates the evening fog

(28 June 2015—posted June 29)