Seas enraged, that once derailed - a pursuit of truth. In extremis

The warmth ushers footprints on, further ahead,
A foxtrotting myna hectors.

A seat atop a mound of grass, staring out, a channel churns below - out of place. Time.

The chest winces, it encases something injured, this sand, this face: relentless.

Through the afternoon, that plods methodically. On, a calmness came...

It flies high overhead, the bird Between headlands. Scrub clambers up the hill, hope tires.