Untitled - July 11, 2002

Like the Ancient Mariner
perched upon the cliffs,
waiting becomes life,
watching becomes living,
and sometimes
reality becomes like a dream.

Even as the ocean waves
pound away against
the sandy beaches,
the gradual erosion
of land
against water
is happening
against the tide.

Eventually
the island disappears
from the sea,
its particulates carried away
into the unknown
and deposited 
against a distant shore.

Falling inwards
into the watery depths
where clarity 
and darkness
are one and the same;
where inky blue waters
become the sun-filled surface.

The oceans become
the one constant;
filling, emptying
into itself;
running through a cycle
of destruction
then rejuvenation,
continuing until
it is emptied
one day.