On an Unknown Beach

I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach,

My back to the water, my feet in the sand.

Finding no recognition as each sign of life

Invades the precision of this... aging land.

An abandoned flipper in a world of storms.

There's a man on the shoreline with a white parakeet

Trying to make his bird go home.

With increasing continuity endless space

Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened,

Wearing its most inexpressible face.

My instinct is double as the waves roll by,

But my vision is halved and the foam in the green

As the insects talk to the blazing sky.

Wax in the ear, stitch in the side,

Wolves are feast for the blind,

Under and over, the why and the wherefore

Easy to sit back with time,

Driving discussions like cranes through the car park

Setting them all in a line.

All interceding, not yet proceeding

Misleading doubts in my mind.

I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach,

My back to the water, my feet in the sand.

Needing no recognition as each sign of life

Invades the precision of this... aging land.