A single candle flickers as I walk the path wending round bends in the dark while hidden figures block entrances
of places I am not meant to explore
The wind shifts suddenly and I find myself on the shore of an endless sea, waves agitating upon the sands shifting and I struggle feet sinking so I stop
and build sand castles
Birds wheel overhead.
A song drifts upon the night on the shore and returns me back to childhood when I felt safe and warm
I pause momentarily sand castle forgotten while a hawk peers at me knowingly from a log of dry driftwood
You are not the master of your destiny it says and flaps its wings as it waits as I wait I am carried forward to the same place returned by sand and sea and tide to the past-present
I look out over horizons as I shift flying over beginnings and endings and see a great hand writing something I cannot read
Perhaps that was the answer and I crane my head desperate to read and understand but I am carried by crosswinds back to the log, the sand castle and the sea no more a bird than a fish
A boat comes for me
I rise to meet it walking on still water.