Barefoot and dressed in jeans, standing on a beach at sunset
Damp sand, sea foam, footprints stolen by the hungry surf
Toes wet, feet wet, knees wet, too late now
Rhythmic waves. An unplanned wade into the unknown.
Shaman, standing on the edge of forever
Swaying gracefully in the restless water
Silhouetted by the silver moonlight?
Or just washed up,
Alone and afraid
In the
Dark.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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