Poetry Jam: Forgetting

Sun into haze-
deepens into finger mist,
seeping from the pines
down onto water.
Snake sidling
widening with breath,
The Kayak
parts it at first
then it deepens into piles and curls up behind.
Rolling forward over the top
paddles, then hair disappear;
soon I can barely
see my hands.
Not only have I forgotten
where I am
I forget
how far it is.