There's no internet at the beach tonight...

When you wait for the Universe to show you a sign.

There’s no internet at the beach tonight.
Only the waves of the lake that lap and
shuffle against the shoreline,

the motions other bodies trail
through the sand, and other 
celestial bodies through the sky.

A boy tests matter throwing
stone after stone into the water 
that echoes from the shore, 
and ripple to the unknown.

I don’t know what to do with 
myself anymore, as waves 
of doubt shuffle against 
my mind’s stormy shore.

So tonight, I’ll test spirit and 
throw positive thoughts into the 
universe and see what echoes 
ripple from its silent starry shore.

If I were Seurat, I’d paint out 
all the scattered people, blankets 
on the sand, couples asleep

or standing in the waves, casting
their lazy demands upon the universe
to dazzle them with an aurora borealis.

There is no internet at the beach tonight…