a life explained by a spectator

The sweeping sounds of
gulls preying upon
those less inclined
to find a means of escape;

the cold water crashing
against shores jagged
like the saws that swept
the surrounding forests
clean just months ago;

the swirling winds
that disturb the calm
and transform the brilliant
blues and reds of the twilight sky
into a monotonous grey,
so that where the sky stops
and the ocean starts
is completely indistinguishable;

the shifting sands,
once so golden and warm,
now bleak and cool
on the bottoms of
hardened, callused feet;

and you wonder, kind sir,
how is it that this man,
naked and unrefined,
with eyes deeply burrowed
like diamonds in a damp cave,
could relieve himself upon this earth?

The nature of this place,
Within which we reside,
Called out his name
Too many a time --

And finally,
He listened.