Who Is Lonely?

endless reaching
ocean vast
rolling in tide
blue cobalt
dark
scattered forms
slowly ripple
in light
reflection
of fishing boats
with balls of net
resting empty
on decks
swelling of sea
sway
in night breeze
calm and morbid
seal sounds
echo in fog
misty falling
on vacant docks
cold and desolate
with all that remains
in memory
and drifters
such as I am...

I am.