Mind of a Wanderer

Footprints in the sand,

water slowly consuming them.

No evidence left

of walking the endless ocean

in the blinding light of day.

And when the sun sets,

lay down to rest

in the ocean’s black waters,

dark as the curiosity that consumes me

to discover what’s at the end of this endless ocean.

Carrying on the next day

and the next,

forever,

until the whole ocean is walked.