I’ve lost my way
On a path of clarity.
Crystal clear from the beginning,
Fog has now rolled in.
In a soup of mist,
Only foot to pavement visible.
A path of shells crunches
Under my callous soles.
A wave of cool, refreshing saltwater
Envelopes my toes as shells turn to sand.
Waist deep, I now stand
I feel touched by a gentle hand.
As the fog lifts, the hand lifts.
Now alone, I’m adrift – no clarity.
Writer and photographer.