sunrise in pacific city

rested heads on cool damp sand, we nestled like glow worms in our nylon cocoons

fog and wind and waves

unzipped to a crisp morning wrapped in flannel

toes pressed and sunken as a wet Oregon indigo washed clean the sleep from tired eyes

wasn’t it always about a waterfall

or a distant mountain

a winding road or the way fog swam between evergreens

when I look back on those long hours, sitting in the passenger seat awaiting the unknown

I find myself filled with that same fog

brain fogged and hypnotized

it was all so beautiful

but I was not meant for that beauty