Otres Beach, Cambodia

                                   Laying motionless, entombed
                                   The sea rocks like a foot nudging a cradle
                                   I lay suspended, prone
                                   Like a babe in a mothers womb
                                   Sunlight filtering through the skin of water

                                   I lay in an uneasy repose
                                   Strung between tranquility and trepidation
                                   Between the known and the unknown
                                   And I muse, in my watery grave
                                   How often I have been here
                                   How dear a friend uncertainty has become