20 April 2018, Category: poetry
The mists rolled in from the ocean
quicker than any tidal wave,
shrouding the shore in confusion.
In seconds unaware sunbathers
were swallowed up by cloud.
And my mind was submerged.
Neurons eaten by the fog. I was
unable to see my hands
or anything, except a constant
wispy grey. I cannot know how long
I was lost or how deep I sunk,
forgotten by light. Hours or centuries
until I emerged, lying in bed,
confused by the gentle fingers of
the sunrise stroking my cheek,
a temporary beauty come to visit.