I pulled in to the

parking, right

next to this woman

smoking her cigar

while gazing into the

sea, and the



so, I too looked beyond,

drawing my breath

and searching –

searching for what she saw.

I looked hard, but

found nothing.


The cigar is now

over – she flicks

the butt,

smiles at me

and leaves.


This corner here –

part of the Atlantic that

is visible,

is her own, because she

made it.


I left shortly after –

to look for the place

I can call my