Working late at night,
Silent, into the small hours
Just me and the black darkness.
Two o’clock this morning on the beach and I’ve never seen it out so far.
The sand all rippled and pale in the dark
The sea just lapping way out and then suddenly at my feet moving
Silently in the dark and working round behind me
Sounding so malevolently gentle.
The light dances on the waves making those strange skittering disjointed
Orderly patterns there and not there.
I feel completely at one with the world in this darkness.