4
Walking a cold beach in the moonlight, down at Lizard Point, and the sea is breathing softly.
Each broken rock is a friend who went ahead, and chose a place to be still.
A body that aches, longs for stillness.
On the rocks at Lizard Point, my feet are unsteady. The rocks stretch out into the sea, and the sea is quiet.
The weight of the sky is like a heavy coat that I long to be rid of. It protects me from my loneliness, and it is my loneliness.
Everything feels far away. The old lifeboat house, gutted by abandonment, crippled by waves, is alone, alone, alone.
I walk across the rocks, and the lifeboat house beckons me. It is far away. The sea is quiet in the moonlight, down at Lizard Point.
