Overboard

Sitting at the edge,

looking at the sea,

            the cliff has become

a home,           

            I feel safe, knowing that I can

come here, and sit

                                    knowing that the world isn’t so bad

as the waves shift,

                        and curves towards land, as I

sit there the doll,

                        more interesting Ha’s doll pierces its eyes towards me,

washes up on the land,

                                    underneath my feet,

                                    at the center of my being

reaching out.20

                        As I breath

the doll continue to stare,

closer I go to the doll

the more I realized

the edge is further away from

the land is becoming

a distance memory

losing all significant

all meaning

all purpose.