this morning #1988.

this morning, high atop a cliff right above the spot where foam & water waves rushed forth before crashing down into a wall of jagged rocks, he improvised a prayer. fastened his jacket tight & sat down. dangled both legs off the edge. leery of looking down, he focused out on the horizon & went for it. aimed his heartsick pleas at no specific being. to the universe. in the most long-winded way possible, he asked what exactly was being asked of him. when he was done appealing to the air, he sat in silence & listened to the sea speak. waited for a sign. waited for a while as the sun went behind & then peeked out of clouds. birds soared up above. a ship drifted off in the distance. any one of these could be the sign he desired.