Walking around the beach
I discovered a track of footstepts in the moist sand.
I followed slowly, pressing my own soles onto the visible marks,
the track leading towards the water.
Was it a man looking at the sun?
Was it a lady who wanted to run free?
Was it somebody born by the sea trying to feel again the smell he first smellt on his birthday?
Was it a criminal washing away the blood on his hands?
Was it a monk seeking salvation?
Was it a raver moving to the beat in his brain?
Was it a mother hoping to forget the death of a daughter?
Was it Jesus hoping to get at least one follower?
I entered the water, I let my skin be smacked by the cold waves
and when the water went over my head I forgot all questions.