I wrote this poem prior to reading Jollimore's The Solipsist, but find some compelling connections, the first of which is the beach scene, the second which is the wrestling with meaning, and so I submit it here, within the recesses, so to speak, knowing that mine is not up to the task but wondering nonetheless if mine is an accidental answer to his or vice versa.

Take care,

Joe

Cathedral

Shaking infinity from her hair,
dew from blinking eyes,
dreams of night from waking sight
and casting them aside, she saw beyond
the gravity and orbit
of the planets and the stars,
electrons, quarks, wheels and dark,
and in the speed from restless sleep
to quantum leap,

she saw within,
and saw.