hermit crabs and cowry shells
crush beneath his feet as he comes towards you
he´s waving at you

lift him up to see what you can see
he begins his focusing
he´s aiming at you

and now he has cutaways from memories
and close-ups of anything that
he has seen or even dreamed
and now he´s finished focusing

he´s imagining lightning
striking sea sickness
away from here

look who´s laughing now that you´ve wasted
how many years and you´ve barely even tasted
anything remotely close to
everything you´ve boasted about
look who´s crying now

driftwood floats, after years of erosion
incoming tide touches roots to expose them,
quicksand steals my shoe,
clouds bring the f-stop blues

look who´s laughing now that you´ve wasted
how many years and you´ve barely even tasted
anything remotely close to
everything you´ve boasted about
look who´s crying now