Hit by a rock on the head

Hit by a rock on the head
It hurt; it bled
Looked around, no one’s in sight
Looked up to the heavens
Only dark skies
Where it came from, I wonder?
I looked for the rock,
It’s gone.
I was standing in sand,
By the seashore
Only waves back and forth
Where it came from, I wonder?
Just the whispering waves.
A wimpy wind blowing
No footprints in the sand
Not even my own.
But my blood is warm
And the wound throbs
But I am glad
It gave me something to ponder
Started walking and thinking
Began my expectant searching
Where it came from, I wonder?
That was years ago.
All I found was sea, sky and sand.
And yet I am glad.

December 2007