Night Pier
My steps are certain
one foot front
one behind.
Planks of sea worn wood
lift the weight
of my worldly worries.
The ground is hollow
beneath my feet,
I let it fall away…
And I am flying.
I ride the wind,
the pounding waves
in the inky black,
over crest and crash.
No longer daunted
by the chilling confrontation
and unknown evil below.
~ anand sahaja
Story
Walking down the Huntington Pier after a long day of work… wondering what it’s all about, Alfie? At the end of the pier, there is something shocking and awakening by simply standing there hovering over the crashing waves and feeling the brisk ocean breeze on your face. Makes you seem like there’s not much else to care about.