On an Unknown Beach

I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
 My back to the water, my feet in the sand
 Finding no recognition
 As each sign of life
 Invades the precision of this aging land
 An abandoned flipper in a world of storms
 There's a man on the shoreline
 With a white parakeet
 Trying to make his bird go home
 With increasing continuity endless space
 Gazes 'round the periphery not disheartened
 Wearing it's most inexpressible face
 My instinct is double as the waves roll by
 But my vision is halved
 And the foam in the green, as the insects
 Talk to the blazing sky
 Wax in the ear, stitch in the side
 Wolves are feast for the blind
 Under and over, the why and the wherefore
 Easy to sit back with time
 Driving discussions like cranes
 Through the car park, setting them all in a line
 All interceding, not yet proceeding
 Misleading doubts in the mind
 I'm a pale intruder on an unknown beach
 My back to the water, my feet in the sand
 Finding no recognition
 As each sign of life
 Invades the precision of this aging land