Dear Life,
You know, sometimes
When we asked to do this - or that
Or be somewhere without
Well, anyone?
Those times are times when I begin to feel
That all the things I’ve done are being judged
And that I have been delivered to this place
This co-ordinate of time
To feel something.
To realise
That sometimes all we have is sand,
And all we are is sand,
And out there
Just beyond the things we can see and those we love and all the things we own
beyond that
is The Sea
And The Sea is big - and always