Mist around my feet that clears as my hearts trip over another beat and the ocean rolls in.

I think.

Where does this ocean begin?

 

I walk on the wet sand with a cigarette in my left hand..treading on the dead and decaying crustaceans which I pick off like scabs.

If there was an immunisation for pain I'd be first in the queue.

I think.

Would that the sky could be ever that blue but then there'd be rain so I put that thought back into its  box and I try not to think it again.

 

The sound of a foghorn cuts loud through the low cloud which has suddenly appeared.

In tiers slowly shifting,like my life they are drifting to an ultimate goal.

I think.

If you felt so inclined and you weren't to unkind ,you could accept the invitation to step into my mind where,amid the pitfalls and whitewalls we could walk in the dark halls where the lights have grown dim.

You would be made welcome so step right on in.

I think.

As I sit in the fade of the outreach cafe and drink piping hot tea, what does it mean?

Can I see the big picture?

Can I read truth in the scriptures written so long ago

In the currents I move to and fro..

..out and in.

I think.

Where does this ocean begin.