the ends of the earth (the sea slows us)

a seven year old once told me that one day he was going to walk so far that he would fall off the planet. I asked him where the end of the planet was and he said 'the beach'.

the coast

is the place we go
when we want to feel
the ends of the earth

we cling onto the sands
less we drift away
into a wet unknown

our eyes scan the horizon
they see nothing but a horizontal line
the two extremes,

air and water.


long walks on the beach
are our feet sinking themselves into a million years
of worn stone


the beach is the safest way to test our mortality
for we are created to
fall prey to the sea, easily

go to the coast
and anchor yourself
to those you love most


ah,
but there is another place
a new paradigm with less air
we call space

we will no longer walk to the ends of the earth
and challenge a boat with the sea,

we will float in the silence
of new grains of sand called stars
in our pale new black gal axy sea