Fog Walk

May gray has
Sea fog rising
Along the coast,
I love to walk in
The fog clouds.
Sounds are echos,
Lights are muted,
And vision becomes
Imagination.
We walk hand
And hand along
The level sidewalk
Speaking softly
Of our thoughts,
Plans and sharing
A tiny world in
The fog together.
A gray intimacy
For two in
No hurry.
Later we
Set by the
Cafe window,
Talking and
Reading over
Breakfast,
And watching
The sea mist
Pushed back
By the sun.