End of the World

End of the World

I can see
Two cascades of blue
Meeting on the horizon

A place
Out of reach
A point
I cannot more than see

I find my feet
Buried in the sand
It tickles
As if alive and playing

I raise my eyes
Back up to see
The bottom cascade
Break from the other

The horizon disappears
As the blue rushes
Closer and closer
And larger and larger

At first, curiosity
Then, fear
I now find
That the sand has taken my ankles

There is nowhere for me
To go
As the blue
Swallows me whole

It's cold, but refreshing
The salt stings my eyes
Closing them hurts
Keeping them open has purpose

The cascade has purpose
A moment to find
That unreachable point

I stand
At the end of the world
And I am made
To gaze