Where am I?
I am desperate for connection.
I must have hit a black spot.
The sun is glaring at me and blinding
my display screen.
All I can see is my own face.
Coarse sand has crept between my toes.
I have wandered too far.
I need to google a map, text someone
who will reconnect me.
This shell, this sand, the smell of rotting kelp.
I poke at dead things with pieces of driftwood.
This strange salty wind, seagulls and whale lookout.
How can a message washed up in an old bottle
compare to my new slate black iPhone?