Morning Fog On the Water

The rules of engagement are etched out in time The fog's holding sway as  the sun tries to shine Through a blanketing smokey enveloping shroud Outmanuevering all access to sunshine and clouds The swells on the water in cadence appear In accordance with luna and the time of the year Drawn skyward they swell as they rush to the shore To crest, foam and crash with a frothy white roar The sun punches through in a white shining ball To the sound of a single unseen seagull's call The sand, sky, and ocean all lack clear distinction Reality fades to a blurred case of fiction