Stepping into fog
another world presses
cool mist against
my face, my body

I breathe it all in
walking in a dream
quiet, soft, trancelike
entering a new place

The only sound
lone fog horn
ocean beach mantra

peace

peace

peace
 

Standing at the end
city no longer in sight
i could be anywhere
feeling freedom

free

free

free

feeling soul full
peace full and free
tripping in the fog
on the ob pier
 

joycee