Not “alone” but “a-lone-ness”,
it is a thing now, I confess.
You are here, perhaps I’m there
and all of it is everywhere.
I have reached the end of me
and so I reach across the sea.
Awash? Of course. Not quite adrift,
I want the shore-sand soon to sift
between my fingers in the breeze.
I pray one word now: simply “Please.”
Ahead a path made straighter still
I’ll climb and clambor cliffs!
Until . . .