IV

I

an amnesiac haze clouds morning thoughts

the same way a gray marine layer shrouds

the beach before burning off by mid-afternoon.

Past and Future become rearranged into 

a manner that refutes present ideas on

the nature of time. 

II

100 miles

A thousand paths

Each step a journey 

Roads without end

A circular path 

III

The mind wakes slower then the body

at morning. 

IV

Vacant Sea