Silently Sitting On A Rock, Waiting The reef extends far out about fifty yards into the bay at the end, a large, flat rock is where I go to sit all day. There are signs I can see from there a certain silence that casts about visions a soothing air around the tip of it a calm retreat for creating decisions. Flickering lights begin on the horizon the moon draws the tide up high I give my ankles to the cool water lean back and give my face to the sky. And I can smile from my heart lend my mind over to the sea silently sitting on a rock, waiting for thoughts to catch up to me.