This is a moment.
As is this,
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
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 takes offense as
I reply, “No,
I’ve been lost only a short while.”
27 november 1990