Penang

There was a beach in Penang once, it is there now, but for us, only in this moment and no other. You and I walk along a golden ray of sunset. I think the small boarding house has gone somewhere else. I cannot recall its shape, its walls, and windows, they have flown away, they roost now like the fruit bats that hang from those cloud forest mists laden dawns. Yet, here you are in the palm of my hand laughing still at a silly joke I made out of thin air. In that moment the whole world was an audience for us. We did not overhear the surf whispering to the dusk: how all that is or ever was, returns to leave in the same moment. We did not see, nightfall blindfolding the sea. That tropical Island, has moved on to another beach, another sunset, and now only appears to us, as a featureless blue sky, and the sound of distant laughter.