LUCIDITY I knew it was time to go, When the fog rolled in. The sweetness of the salty air, And the crashing surf muffled. My mother was deathly afraid of the fog, Perhaps a bad memory. I found myself, as I often do, Paddling out, past the break, Floating, breathing in, hungry, For the heavy wet air. Lost of what world I was born, The Pacific called for me again.
lucidity 4’ x 14’ steel, nylon, wood panels c. o'mahony art















