Poem: Alone

Yesterday

Alone

I stood

At the Edge.

Alone, I stood at the edge of the cliff top at Kimmeridge

Foot shod

And I looked down.

I knew that to dive off this cliff

Head first

Would be to end

This curse of consciousness.

Today

Alone

I paddled

At the Edge.

Alone, I paddled at the edge of the surf at Boscombe

Barefoot

And I looked down.

I knew that to dive into this ocean

Heart first

Would be to celebrate

This gift of consciousness.

I loved Kimmeridge

But Boscombe was better.

And Tomorrow…