The Watery Edge

Along the waterfront the sea stretches out into the pale open horizon, endlessly saying come with me. A stranger stares at me and I stare at him. Both of us are on the placating edge letting our feet get wet. Standing in turmoil – horror at the sight of our reflection – we stand together wanting the belief to stand back & feel free. Soon the tide has gone into its mysterious depths leaving me alone lost in the boggy sands watching my sand rippled shadow. The moonlight reminds me that I’m still alive. My shadow’s expression tells me, that the tide has again taken my confession.