Fogged
I walk in a fog
so thick the sand and sea
are obscure, interwoven,
any difference indiscernible.
I flow my steps into the cool
bay feeling seaweed
between my toes. I see
only clouds that engulf me
and my hand in front of my eyes.
I worry that my brain works in reverse,
it wanes like the out going tide.
I hope clarity emerges
through the steamy mist
that covers my world.