Steps
– He stands still on the stone outlying into the sea. The wind blows and crashes against the jagged edges. The water clashes against itself, as waves rebound and droplets are dispersed and spread out but never escape the space of the breath of salted humidity. The droplets soar in the somersault of exasperation, but are further muted by the force of gravity and collapse as they reenter the oceanic body. Seagulls cry out their presence, becoming moving shades to the sun. Ancillary, shelter from the light, never permanent. He stands there, still, still on the great rocks which overlook […]