The sandy walk  
On the long and wide beach,
I can, at a distance, see an elephant, an unusual sight
on this Nordic Shore;
but as I get nearer it retracts, and become sea mist
Overhead sea-gull resent me being here October,
humans are not supposed to be here now.
Coarse grass grow on sand dunes, forever defying
The wind that amuses itself by creating beautiful
ripples which it sends galloping to the beach and
they die unable to re-create itself I’m cold and scared,
alone, there’s no one here that wilts me well;
Feeble, against a nature that’s ready to devour me;
The “I” has lost its self-belief. Far above me angry  
Clouds congregate.