Surrender

When the fog rise up from the ocean 

Surrender can be soft like the fog that rises up from the sea

It can be quiet and slow

the contour of objects first obscure and blurred

Then they disappear as if never were there

No viable struggle can be seen,

The tree just feet away from me was there

Now it is sliding back and back some more

Now it is gone

Like a blurry sight fogged by the years

First the details smudge

Then the whole scene

Wrapped in white blanket of air

Once it was the lone black strip of road

Slicing the desert infinite emptiness

I remember the night fog rolling over

I still feel the fear of being taking over

But now I almost welcome the soft lines of things

The hush that comes along

I want it to roll over me

Cover me with its softness

I will close my eyes

I will surrender.