Tuesday, March 16, 2010
By day his world is minuscule,
200 dark and dank square feet…
A rusted out Airstream Trailer,
No longer worthy for the street.
Each hour his world grows smaller,
Wood interiors warp with age…
His diary entries grow shorter,
Time daily, turns another page.
Yet every night for thirty years,
Ron drives out to the beach,
Staring at the crushing waves,
Until the sun is out of reach.
He escapes the trailer's confines...
Focusing on horizons past the sea,
Touching, for at least an hour,
The universe, and infinity…