The roar on the reef became very distant,
whispering but serious.
Trickle of smoke sketched a chalky line up the solid blue of the sky.
The transparencies came scavenging over the beach.
The sun is his eyes reminded him how time was passing,
for he was back to where he came from.
Yet here, his feet seemed less skillful then before.
The silence continued.
A buffet of wind made him stagger and he saw that he was out in the open, on a rock, under a brassy sky.
Sitting on the tremendous rock in the torrid sun.
Silence.
He knelt among the shadows and felt his isolation,
bitterly.