Mist and fog shroud the bay,
Muddling the image of the bay city’s silhouette.
I can see neither its presence nor its arms wrap around me,
But I somehow don’t feel lost;
I don’t feel foundationless.
Its brightness paints no images on my retinas;
Its smile stains no part of my periphery.
But I sense its safety;
I feel it surrounding me–
Even though I cannot see.
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