Cold evening
Setting out late
By the water
Who knows what lies there
Buried by waves
Thousands of moon
Created
I run and
I run alone

The wind is a frightful thing
It dribbles through my fingers
As I run
Cold legs kicking up
Not quite numb
The air is a tangible thing
In my hands
Try as I might
I cannot grasp it

Water laps gently
Like a stately cat
In the sunshine
At the edges of my mind
Sometimes I think I’m dreaming
I’ll never wake up
It is not a bad fantasy
To be running alone
On the edge of the earth