Poem:Mood

Walking along particle debris
Oceans of memories crash against the shore.
I stop and curl my toes in the hot sand,
Wondering what has happened to me,
Awash in what must have come before.
Staring into the cloudless, soul-less sky,
I rest in place, soles burning.
Vastness of the universe crushing in,
I gaze upwards and let
The sun blind my eyes.