Was This a Moment?
This is a moment.
As is this,
and this,
and this.
Hm…
Sitting on the beach
I watch the waves work away.
I feel the rocks and sand beneath
me, and they are comforting.
These rocks keep
me held to this spot as
I am.
Nowhere else.
An Asaro Mudman walks from the surf.
He points the tip of his spear in
my face and says in a language which
I cannot understand,
“I am looking for my long-lost soul. Might you be
he?” Sadly,
he takes offense as
I reply, “No,
I’ve been lost only a short while.”
27 november 1990