THE WAY THE SEA TOUCHES THE SHORELINE

The way the sea touches the shoreline,
the way rocks collide against one another
down steep embankments,
the way fish succumb to the fisherman,
the way cows endure,
the way a caged baboon suffers,
the way light plays through the
wet canopy of a rain forest,
the way a lover withdraws his bow,
the way the night aches.

It has all grown somehow different,
not quite backwards or upside down,
but hazy and dimly translucent.

Possibly the stars have speeded up, the planets slowed down,
Possibly the sun has grown senile,
Perhaps the world is dying,
Perhaps i am disappearing.