Summer fog

Blunting the sunrise

Retarding the coming hear of the day

Heavy wet air clinging to hair ends

White wisps of mist curl up in the trees

A veil of gray shielding my morning

Creating a womb from the world outside

Feeling the sanity of momentary isolation

Emptying my mind of all cares and woes

Seizing this moment of peace and silence

Clinging to the sanity of sweet solitude

Needing no other nor any thing further

Then surrounding my being with the Bay’s summer fog