The fog

The fog rolled over the Sunset today.
I found its origin in the Presidio.
I'm back there again,
Rocking a baby back to sleep.
Its lonlier than last week.

In loneliness, I'm thankful for San Francisco's fog,
I looked to the ocean but couldn't see it.
We all get lost sometimes,
Even the Pacific.
There was something solemn in looking out and not seeing what I sought.

There is mystery and there is sorrow.

And I hoped not to be seen for a little while.
I like being shrouded in fog,
Sheilded,
Hidden.

Especially tonight,

Especially tonight.