Pink Pants in Fog

Again today there is that pearly luminous painterly wash of green-into-grey
the mountains slumber invisible

across the beach
on the tidal flats
a solitary walker
pink pants
red jacket
floats
a little concentrated spot of assertion
amidst all that allowing

she comes toward me and walks past
clutching her coffee cup
I want to call out to her
show her the photos I’ve taken
so inspiring to me
but I don’t, and she moves past
the ephemeral connection attenuates and is gone

I am left, relieved and a little sad, in the fog