I will lie here on this

Beach and let the rising

Tide cover all within it’s

Reach, the rolling waters

Hide my nothingness - inundate

Each sense, liquify my being,

My very soul condense

And absorb, part of

The raging sea - flung about

The waves - naught will remain

Of me - but tiny little droplets

Lost in immensity.

Perhaps to pass unnoticed

By some denizen’s eye - or

Lightly tossed from a frothy crest,

To an indifferent sky.

Do I desire such obscurity -

Thusly to be drowned - - - ?

If not, then most assuredly

I’d have stayed on higher ground!