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
