At the last dune – lofty above silt and sea - the view is the end
and a
beginning, where sand, wind and water bind the roots
of marramgrass
in the face of earth, as quivering eyelashes.
There I
stand, while the salt washes my feet. The
beach is mine.
I´m not
alone. In the lost distance a boat draws near. Or does it go?
The sky
is clear, only the wind plays with the plumes of a plane.
Far
away, the mainland skeleton evaporates in trembling light.
It ´s
not my goal, but you can easily get there when
the tide is low.
Over my
shoulder the dunes tumble down the edge of a continent.
Behind
that rugged ridge the dyke holds the wasteland, where birds
scream for
life and blind rabbits are merely prey. Humanity bears
its days
in the solitude of weary hearts. Silence
is my best friend.
To be
waiting, overlooking everything with searching eyes, it makes
no sense
to talk. Let silence solve the mystery of everlasting time.
Light
fades away over the sea, wind falls over the merse. Two towers
shine in
the twilighthours of a grey summer night. I`m not alone.
