*

I upon this tide.

Alone on the top.

Wind swept pinnacle.

Sea drifts below.

*

I ask are there others so lost as I?

What causeless causation

rocked the stars and turned the wheel

that began this lonesome adventure of mine?

Are we just specks of

light in the oceans of our dreams?

*

On this height, I ask the sea;

who am I?

The Sea rocks, swells, and answers me

in darkness and water

and sound.