The Fog Horn

In San Francisco

The fog horn’s been blaring all evening

A rhythmic hum from dusk

Into the early morning

A deep fog

Settled on the bay

Masking the bay’s beauty

As the ships try to find their way

Tracking

Attempting to avoid collision or sinking

The captains listen for the horn

They must listen

As there’s no signs to see

They open their ears to navigate nature’s smoke screen

They must

In order to avoid catastrophe

Arrival is their reward

Coming home from their long journey at sea

Arriving home

Right where they’re meant to be

Hear the fog horn

Listen for the fog horn

Listen, when I can’t see