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

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