California Haiku

1

The morning fit with fog —
Morro’s stacks and stone
just barely visible

2

Tide goes in and out —
never the same,
always the same

3

Standing on rocks
waiting for the tide
to go down

4

Sketching the ocean,
my fingers wet
with charcoal

5

Felled by beer,
I pass out while it’s still light
in California