11PM approaches as i wander along the water’s edge. quiet songs playing in my ears. the waves roll in and out as they reflect the lights on the wharf. The calm shadows underneath create a space for contemplation and evening dreams. my thoughts weave between what is and what is not. what is now and what will be, and things i often wish would have been. i drift like the waves with tide, being in two places at once and finding there is little difference between the two. i become a mist as the exposed ocean waves. i hang from past and from present and invent the future.