The page as it struggles to tear
The wind that I struggle to bear
The seagull sways while it attempts to fly
The water below misting into my eyes
Camera in hand
Thoughts flowing through my head
Her and she and him and they and us and this and this and this
Water racing, body still, earth turning about it all
Thoughts of being somewhere else, followed by thoughts of you, thoughts of a different world, maybe this is okay, right now, this place, these things
Everything is racing
Nothing is still
Nothing is still