I was sitting on the bench, overviewing the ocean.
My limbs had been chopped off. First the nose, then the toes, the feet and the legs, then the finger, the hands and the arms. My ears were missing.
So I looked ahead, watching the sea. In silence. At peace. In calm. Blessed in acceptance when the moon sat down next to me, shining smoothly, acceptably, appropriately, in white light.
Little by little little, my extremities started growing back, in a frizzy fashion,L. Shams
as, happily, I watched the ocean.