wind-scalloped sand

rippled waterland

lit with sun

a light too fine

to bear the weight of sight

it is too much

for anyone to see

those distant waves

beckoning

I walk towards

the edge of water

my wet heart floats

in the wondrous beauty

of this world

it is too much

it is just too much

cold spits of sea

and eons of sand

squeeze up between my toes

the scent of ozone

scours my nostrils

and my bursting chest

winds curl inside my ear

whispering to me

words only I can hear

dizzying my spinning mind

I am alive, too alive

so far out

at the edge of life

so far from other people

not drowning but waving

and the tide is coming in

the tide is coming in