Time. There is no time. I stand still on the pebbled shore, The breeze in my face, in my hair, in my ears. (It whispers to me) There is no time. Only the crystal water that licks the stones at my feet. A boat purrs in the distance, the birds Dive for their dinner, ripples spread and disperse, Like memories of time. There is no time. Only shells and stone and silky glass, Pummelled by an unseen hand, Never seen, but always there, Shaping and changing, Time and tide. Time.