Stranded

I see a man. I see a man stranded alone, and unable to stand.

I see a man in the mirror made by the heatwaves.

I see nothing but dryness in his hands.

I see sand.

I see shade. I see man and the large stone under which he laid.

I see tattered clothes that itched and frayed.

I see a man who didn't heed the warnings.

I see a man who was played.

I see hope. I see a man convinced it is a hoax.

I see something in the distant blur on its way to approach.

Perhaps death has come bearing a note.

I see a boat.