Sunset, and the last wooden boat. The last cormorant. The last fisherman. Rowing moonlight towards the shore. Tired boat. Tired bird. Tired man. Each long breath drawing tomorrow closer.
Today, this is where I find myself. On a quiet seat in tranquility. There's no seascape horizon here. No waves that tickle the ocean's depth. Under a peeling pagoda, fragments lodged between smoothed rock. Don't worry. The night-rain will soon enough fill our thoughts. And we can forget who we are.