do no fall asleep,
as your friends have,
beside the calm ocean.
there is more for you alone.
go back
to where a crescent moon disappears
in the dark forest of this island.
blind
by choice.
barefoot
in the pitch of night.
you will hear the path,
clear and silent.
the gentle twig snaps
in low brush.
tells of a step.
return.
try again.
on your way
to where at last
you can go no further.
06/18/2024