This sun filled day
Of springtime calls
My instinct to abide
On distanced land
Alone is safe
I’m drawn outdoors to hide
At last a plot
The ocean’s edge
Eight billion grains of sand
A steady breeze
Of cleansing air
The sun was in command
The coast was clear
To fold my legs
And watch the waves roll by
I turned my hands
Up toward the sun
Receiving from the sky
And with each wave
A rhythm rose
Into a calming trance
My eyelids fell
Much like a dream
Where none are left to chance
And once upon
That sacred ground
Where truth alone will stand
Relentless waves
Of nameless souls
Were crashing on the sand
Without their names
I kept a count
Of every face that passed
The number grew
Still no one knew
How long these waves would last
Then lifted from
This dreamlike state
By cries of passing birds
I watched the sea
Engulf the sun
A sermon with no words
Returning to
My shelter box
I turned to face the screen
Where crashing waves
Of numbered souls
Was all that could be seen
– Rondym Kiefe