At midnight in the moonlight on the shore and waiting for the morning to rise from the sea, it's lonely and the waves that crash like crazy stockcars are noisy, I only want peace, here, miles from anywhere and anyone cacophony rules.

An anachronism?
I thought it was a spider.

I watch the light rise
shading my eyes
because it's bright,
the noise carries on
uncaring of me
and not lonely
among itself,

8:43 at the lifeguard station
and the lifeguard has gone
perhaps this was a railway station
in his previous life,
or could be
he's saving someone
but he can't save me,

the noise again distracts me
peace eludes me
the sea invites me
to wade in.