Shoreline Epiphanies


When you stand at the shoreline looking out to sea,
wondering what the world is,
what it's got in for me;
do you ever let sand meld and fuse,
bond with the in-between bit between your toes,
and think that you’re utterly alone?


In front of you is an ever-changing
specimen that knows only
of tides and floods,
yet somehow along the line
it lets you know how to spend your time,
as if far away smoking shit-cut-drugs.