Wondering
If the aliens will ever come
I look to the sea
Realizing
They’re already here
I look to the sea
Realizing
They’re already here
While I ride the storm
Sleek and smooth
A dulcet caress
Much as I
On challenged path
Lose my balance
Then regained
A beacon there
Should day grow dark
The beach
Sunshine and sand
Wind and waves
Blankets and bikinis
Children and sand castles
Umbrellas and Ray Bans
Chesterman
Not quite
Such a beach
Black rock
Ensconced
Wind whistles
White capped crests
Sea slashed shore
Lacerated stone
Red cap warns
Three lives there
Faceless beneath the clouds
Unknown
Unknowable
But for outlines
Against the sky
One drops off the world
Lost forever
To anonymity
But for the unnamed character
Forming in the theatre
Of my mind
An Island without shoreline
Whose only boundary is infinity
The same Island that is every other being
Who has ever existed
Who will ever exist
Black rock
Charcoal sea
Flat grey sky
A scene to fit her mood
Remnants of a storm in passing
The waves, still high
Thrashed the shore
Flashes of brightness
In the monochromatic bleak
It occurred to her
Something needed to change
I capture a moment
In an infinity of moments
Preserved only for so long
As time will allow
Longer than memory, perhaps
A record of my existence