Fellow Wonderer

On a bench in random thought,
No great answer herein sought.
As the brain does slowly rot,
Expectations never wrought.

Fog encircling 'round the pier.
Mind in some slow motion gear.
Only sounds of seabirds hear.
Footsteps from the mist draw near.

Bell from passing ship does ring.
Bird does suddenly take wing,
As my random thoughts do sing.
Who might those dark footsteps bring?

Fellow wonderer is there.
Strolling by, a nod we share.
Do you think the world should care,
What was thought and pondered there?