Find This Place

 

There are lights across the water that are merciless in their inaccessibility, as far as a midnight sky winking with stars of near-infinite distance.

I do not know what brought me to this black beach but I stand in sand with wavelets lapping at my feet staring longingly at that distant shore.

It is something I fear I deserve but my memory cannot conjure the source of offense that necessitates such a cruel and unusual punishment.

Time is spent skipping rocks across the surface of the water.  “Find that place!” is the energy I expend with the full torque of my longish limbs.

An attempt to swim across would be disastrous yet I fantasize about such a thing, binding a raft with ropes of regret and a salvaged sail.

And I imagine I hear a voice across the water, “Find this place.  I am waiting for you.  Do not give up.  I will allay your fears and fulfill a dream.”

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