Witness

There aren't very many people hanging out at the beach
at three o'clock in the afternoon. There are, of course,
the beach bums and the surf rats, the locals in the cottages
a minute away, and people like me.

I don't like to swim, especially not in the ocean but I love
hearing the rhythms of the tides. Waves are a natural
metronome beating against the sand, I become both
spectator and student to the spectacle.

Life as rhythm-
everything else becomes secondary.