A Sea Drenched Mist

Today, all is landscaped by mist. North, South, East, and West all are one floating sea. The hedgerows are reefs, a familiar tree-line seems like a gray cliff face. My own face feels as if swept over by a tidal spume. Now a kitchen radio is turned on, a truck blasts its air-horn, a child shouts, and as if the sun were only now roused to scatter ocean dreams with a newly rinsed and blotting wind.