Marine Layers

searching for clarity

Fog stretches its limbs from the shore,
concealing what else could be.
The once clear, the once unsuspecting,
has disappeared suddenly.

When you can’t see an inch ahead,
You force a new point of view.
There’s so much to deal with -
A simpler understanding of you.

No distance to be determined,
The future becomes a tense impossible to find.
The fog only gives pass to the present,
hiding the dimensions of my mind.

So on gray mornings,
remember the gift of being confined.

Fog may cloud your vision,
but it doesn’t make you blind.