I was bathed
by the tidal rush.
As the water troughed
between waves
something
clung to my hair.
My eyes
refused to look
at what my hand
felt damply
in case it was
a star
fallen elsewhere
into the sea
and just now
washed
upon my head
mistakenly
believing I was
an astronomer
and knew its place
back in the
heavens
day or night.
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