Nighttime.
Alone in the darkenss
At the beach house.
I walk to the water’s edge
And feel the cool breeze soothing my skin
Lights flicker on the horizon as a big ship
Glides north.
Waves lop the beach and I cannot see
Them.
They are hidden entities that crash head first
Onto the sand.
I feel the wet sand between my toes
And roll up each pant leg and
Move slowly into the water and stop.
There is darkness behind and in front of me
I cannot tell where the land gets wet and the
Ocean wraps its scarf around the darkness.
The only sounds are my breathing and the waves
As they tumble and trample the ground.
The sky above is ink jet black
Patterned with a star here and there and
The crescent moon.
I shiver in the darkness and realize how small I am
The ship on the horizon looks like it’s a half inch tall
And I feel very small when the stillness is broken
With each new wave hitting the shore.
I cry tears that sting my eyes and streak my face
I’m alone.  Me.  Darkness.  Water and sand.
Melding together.  Melting into the earth as just
One small particle of a greater piece.
Peaceful.  Serene.  I’ve been there.
Small, inconsequential.  I fade into the darkness
Of fulfillment.  Alone.  Naked.  Wiser.

(c) 2007 George E Thompson