A silhouette standing alone above the water.
His black overcoat blowing in the wind.
A large black hat tilted to cover his face.
He stands alone on the rocks above the ocean.
With his haves in his pockets he stands quietly.
Grabbing his hat when the wind blows, as the rain falls.
Living in a world that will never falter,
He listens as if the water calls.
Disappearing as the walls of water break over the rocks.
Raising his head, he’s engulfed in the mist.
The skies clear and the shadows gone.
Has he gone over the edge?
… or was he ever there?