A man stands on a cliff edge
listening to the sea
calm as the wind
which gently blows

He stands like a statue
thinking about the past
his mind is open
I slip inside his head

I find a storm unseen and powerful
a whirlpool forms
of many thoughts
mixing to form one
confusion rules

I see a puzzle
its pieces scattered
incomplete
like a forgotten mystery

I close my eyes
and leave the man’s head
the mind storm calms
the man is at peace