Patricia Williams

Shaped from the ocean’s secret face,
across a thousand water-filled miles,

fog drives to shore, moves in
through a breach in the seaside range.

Downed clouds create opaque layers
that cloak an awakening sun –

disguise bright, soaring, auburn light,
veil the tangerine and cobalt sky.

A sea of gauze, a haze cascade,
engulfs headlands, blankets tree tops,

rolls white over ridges –
obscures awareness, conceals complexity.