flotsam

Waist deep

in the surf,

staring out to sea,

a ship

is passing by,

small,

and far away.

.

Everything

I brought with me

is sitting on the sand

alone.

.

The tug of water

takes me out

and brings me back

toward the shore.

.

The rhythm of the earth

it plays

with me,

a fragile, naked toy.

.

On the edge

of human life,

I am flotsam,

here,

in the endles sea.

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