I have sat in the sand for hours now.
I have watched the waves for an eternity
I have sat in the sand for hours, and yet I have not woken.
The moon is above me. Has it changed?
I am still here, after the tides have washed away everything else,
and I will be here when they return.
I will be here when the sun comes, if it comes, and I will be here
to welcome the moon once more.

I have sat here long enough to know the path that
the albatross takes on its journeys each day if they
can even be called that without seeing the sun
travel its path across the sky, and which currents
push the turtles out to sea after they hatch.

I have sat here long enough for the
questions to slip from my mind,
and yet I recall them as if they
never left. Did they leave, or did I?

I have not sat here long enough to
remember which currents brought me to
this shoreline, to this place on the
beach. Which shore am I on? I can't remember.

I cannot fathom why I am here.
All I know is that I have sat in the sand for
hours now, and I will stay for many more.