A wide wide sea

This is not a sandy beach

There is no gentle caress of the individual grains, catching rays of the sun, tumbling gently to meet my footsteps

No this beach is of rocks and I think of a time when perhaps it was sand

If it ever was sand

And I start to take the rocks in my hands and fill my pockets

I sag under the weight but cannot bear to lighten my load because if I leave this beach without them

Was there ever a beach? Was there ever rocks? Was there ever sand?

As I wade into an ocean, I let my hands fall to my sides, reaching for something no longer there

I wait

In the moments between moments

For solipism proven true, for the world to be a story, a grand ode to love...

But this is not that moment, our paths don't wind in some obsurd, fantastical corkscrew that somehow meet and join

Becoming one.

One.

I take a step farther into a wide, vast ocean and wonder if I picked too many rocks