Once I sat by the sea around midnight
with too much drink in my gut,
watching the play of tide and moonlight
crash into a crescent of land;
the rhythm of the waves hitting my oozy brain
like ‘This is Your Life’.
I stayed there to discover what it was telling me;
to distil a loneliness
that would inform me about myself.
The light and sound and smell of the sea and shore,
the darkness behind me, the round sky,
and myself tight as a nut at its centre.
I stayed there long enough to imagine myself lonely,
confirm my right to be on those stirring stones,
to be clear sighted beyond sight,
to implicate the world, the universe, and yourselves
in the unhappiness of my moment;
and I was intensely happy.