the light was there and then was gone again off to somewhere else we saw it standing on the beach out there at the place where the water changed into the horizon and silence wrapped around we had been walking on the smoothness of the sand in the surf where our footprints ebbed away we found an idea there washed up on the verge the idea was an old idea, we saw tangled up in seaweed shriveled up with salt a piece of History, we thought then the light came and was gone again and the beach was smooth and blank again except for our footprints there behind us which already were hardly even there