Montauk # 17

Walking away from the morning crowd
At Ditch Plains
People's voices
Fading with every step
Under the waves
Crossing the foreshore
To the high tide mark of
Seaweed, driftwood, crab shells, and dead fish___
My bare footprints
Last seconds___
I stand
Water swirling around my feet
I've been here before
Yesterday
And the day before
Away from people
Away from words
One with silence
Inside the wash of the waves
Tugging at the sand
'neath my feet
Not lonely
Merely alone
Apart
From everything
Human
Save myself___
For now