Marine Layers

(image via flickr)

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