"Breathing You In" by David Gregory

From up here it looked

as if the harbour�s lungs inhaled

the fog in through the headlands;

light as breathing, concrete coloured,

it set in for the day, giving us each a
bubble vision

containing what little we know,

and out beyond the garden�s edge;

all life arrested.



There was a fog of the familiar

such that I could not see

all of the changes underway

between you and me.



But