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 . . .